MEEEOOOOWWWW
A glaring light cast shadow
The angle reflected a fractured image
The colors brush stroked edges
Dancing on the breath of critics
Words almost as indistinguishable
As what they attempted to capture
The essence of an artist’s desire
To challenge their perception of art
Someone asked no one in particular
“what is it supposed to be”
I walked away muttering
“looks like a wet cat to me”
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