Old Loud Cat
Drifting as gossamer winged ones
Highlights in the soul
Floating far above cloud
Touching down
To hear the old cat loud.
Such as I in capsulate these
Screeching ball of mangled fur
Never to catch its prey
Broken wings crashing
To far below I sink
Many a merry day I spent
In extraordinary flight
Flaps down
That damn cat in sight
What for lunch my dearest
Partridge or goose
I shall pierce all
Hang them on a noose.
Copyright © Andrea Travis | Year Posted 2015
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