CAT otherworld part 9
It's night it's cold pangs,Of hunger feeds the air.
Used to see everything
In black and white.
Spectrum's of colour,
Came to cat one night.
Whiskers catching iridescent dew,
Drink the water what delight.
Taste of nectar feels like milk.
Remembering days wrapped in silk.
Tree's moving slowly across canopy floor,
Roots breaking through the concrete,
As it's done many times before.
Cat crouch's waits coils then pounces,
Razor sharp claws hold's it's prey.
As they have done on many a day,
On this world nothing what it seems.
Bares teeth hears a distanced scream,
"Come on children time for bed and dreams".
Cat glancing at her prey in sorrow. Speaks,
" Will your mom let us play this game tomorrow?".
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-02-02 at 00:19
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