In St. Kitts, there lived a sleek cat
Who loved to chase squid, this or that.
He'd swim in the ocean
With utmost devotion
And ride on the waves, tit for tat.
About the Creator
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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