There are minds that will misread this image
As a puerile euphemism made real
I would argue that here is a meaning
Waiting for better reading to reveal
Witchcraft and felines practically rhyme
Plagues were spread by the bites of nasty fleas
Who riding rats and mice spent their brief time
And from these rodent fonts drank vile disease
Which they shared liberally with humans
Except for those guarded by feline friends
Which helps, in truth, brightly to illumine
How a "witch" on her cat for health depends
Feeding your cat kept you from being food
For disease vectors, voracious and rude
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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"Feeding your cat kept you from being food" Lol, that line made me think that if we didn't feed the cat, we'd become the cat's food. Loved your poem!
What a cool concept and commentary on cats’ contributions at a critical time! Sorry for the alliteration! It just started and I couldn’t stop!
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