Hairy Worm

A Poem about Cat Toys

By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemistPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Fuzzy worm with bells

Oh, how the boys adore you

With their claws and fangs

childrens poetry

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Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist

I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. Then, I went crazy and started a cult called metAlchemy, or meta alchemy. I revere energy of all brands, esp. good, kind chaos.

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Babs Iverson3 years ago
Wonderful!!!

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