(A poem about black cats)
When I’m bored.
I look into the void…
or voids.
What peers back
are 4 eyes
of pure curiosity,
of unconditional love
and…
a maniacal madness.
2 jade eyes
flicker back at me.
2 coal embers
appear from another void.
Both look at each other,
4 small triangles twitch to
unheard sounds.
Did they hear my
silent plea…
for entertainment?
“Hey, kiddos.”
Bottle green eyes
kid tilts his head to the left,
his partner in crime
tilts his head in the opposite direction.
“Meow.”
“Meeeeeoooow!”
At last all they wanted was food.
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