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The black cat

The sky is stark, the air is cool and still The black cat’s run, the birds unfold all day I sit down here and with my totty pray Ye cast o’ foolish thoughts, you raped my will. We’ve each enraged the bureaucratic mill. Oh frigid purse, I never meant to pay! The sky ‘s a-spark, the air is warm and shrill The saturnine demoted knelled their way With this feathered pounce, my sample quill, I cite the cheque and date it for next May. Oh, tit for cat, the tiger’s bed ‘s astray. Yer life is settled by a harlot’s will The sky ‘s a shark, the air is sharper still.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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