Cats on a sunny day
Fuels.
When paws flourish,
Magical... a duel.
Can't find, half-blind...
Misruled always.
Fights, need a tool.
Gnats surround,
Surrounded by demons,
Ghouls.
These felines have eaten,
Is now fat, and drools.
Cats give me nightmares...
Making a fool?
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K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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Your poem beautifully captures the enigmatic and often mysterious nature of cats.