Friday, 26 May 2017

Kittens

A poem from 1986



her wild eyes betray playful anger
as he bites into her black and white neck
a pillow cushions her head
he walks away
                        unconcerned
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2 comments:

  1. Anonymous26 May 2017 at 22:54

    A lesson here?

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    1. Paulie B27 May 2017 at 08:29

      Without a doubt! I literally wrote what my kittens did but there is another meaning.

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