my cat, my cat, morosity maimed my cat
drat that drat that, all i want is my puss back!
we crawled through thick and thin and listened to the din
drat that, jack sprat, all i want is my puss back!
where the river is wide it is shallow
where branches drop into the dry bed
there is a lone person in the shade
who feels the wind under the sun;
it does not hurt, but there's no smell.
they sit there with a wide eye and inhale
the desert and the sky and the sun
there is a vista that fills the senses
the veld fills all the thorns and adorns the dry
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
