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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 © | Year Posted 2015

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