what about all the cats

all great writers are lovers of cats
hemingway kerouac vonnegut cats cats cats
dogs are fine
cats are refine
little monsters with murder mittens
teeth to draw blood
when the belly rubs get too vigorous
sentences get out of hand
tequila no longer does the trick
a purr and a tail hugging your leg
in appreciation for the poetry
warm bed in winters
fans and shade in the summer
and the night the night the night
i almost miss the random crashing
as items were tipped over the edge
i’m going to have to work this out
or fail
and write alone

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