The Black Cat
The black cat pounces~
claws eviscerate! –
victim cries out as its specie
tongue torn-out. Surely
God could not have intended
this! The black cat,
licks, nurses, cleans its young.
Would die for their protection.
Purrs in the old woman’s lap,
otherwise alone, needing a cat’s
warmth of affection – surely God
intended it this way. Surely
God has a
convoluted
reflection --
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