little white cat
it made overtures
crouched under cabinet
my mews alternating
her eyes gleaming
and with lights out
a streak
of flying fur
tomorrow, perhaps purrs
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well
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cats making overtures?
crouched below the cabinet
streak of fur
freak of imagination
there is no feline grace in this ditty.
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