Black Sprite
The black fur and the big green eyes
Send forth most melancholy cries
From out in the hall or downstairs
Wherever they’re wrapped in cat hairs
And the cries always sounds like “George,”
Which I try to translate to “purge,”
To put this eerie feline sprite
Out of my ears and out of sight,
But its mournful cries cause me woe
Like the black cat of E.A. Poe.
In olden times
ReplyDeleteWhen cats were cats
They worked the farm
And ate the rats
and when the momma
had her litter
we filled a pale
full of water
but now the cats
have equal rights
to shit and piss
wherever they wanna
so now my friend
you must pay the price
for that little [edited for adult content]
you fed last night
Thanks for the good-humored poem, TDR, but no need to censor on this site.
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