Meow, Wrote the Poet

Cat Paw on Keyboard by Lemonsandtea on Pixabay

If I were a cat
You wouldn’t be able
To read this poem.

It would be written
In a secret lovely tongue.
The one cats use.

Meow, I would write
With a long claw in mouse blood
Harvested fresh.

Meow, once again
With such anguish and desire
To make you cry.

But I don’t speak cat
So I can’t write that poem.
Which is a shame.


I have a cat. I sat down to write a poem. The cat sat down on me. This happened.

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