Quata Cats

 

This cat is infinite 

Has white little toes 

Miaows & stars ignite 

Night turns into rose

 

As the morning lights

Wears tails of fog and rain

Covering those sights

Not to be seen again 

 

Tears are thoughts of what if was

Something so differently same

This is infinite because 

Cats,and toes and stars all became 

 

Figments of fog & rain 

Not to be seen again 





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-05-05 at 23:25

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