a bit of the old Syd Barret sort of whimsy..


This Cat

my best friend is this cat
he lives with me
here
in our home away from home away from Rome
yes we depend on that
which is not here nor yet to be or come
this cat my best friend is
this or that
is there for some or some are there for
that
here
he lives with me
my best friend is this cat . . .
he likes to stray
doesn't go far
go far away
just to the bar
throws back a few
looks like who's who
he doesn't stay
just for a while
with his cats smile
here he lives with me
here
my best friend this cat . . .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-12-19 at 14:28

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