‘Here-kitty-kitty’
The cat prefers a lizard
How they loved to burn
Several naked in my courtyard
Sunning on ancient stone
Some come indoors with the ants
When the rain and cold resume
Drawn by the warmth
Almost they want to come into our beds
And consume us I think
When we’re sleeping at night
Almost they want to rewrite the fairytale
Of the world with a real bite
Of the morning light
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