The Sacred Meow Society
The Sacred Meow Society
The sacred meow society
Dripping in their jewels
They lead with unseen fisted paw
Make no deals with mice nor fools
Their eyes as gold as gleaming crowns
Resting on furry heads
Poor beast who dares to cross them
Would be lucky to be dead
They are the Meow Society
In decadence and fur,
When they run
(A sight uncommon)
They are naught but a blur
With tails like whips
And swords on hips
And brains just like a crow
The Sacred Meow Society
Most formidable of foes.
Copyright © The Ant | Year Posted 2023
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