The cat

I see it breath 

I see the blood 

I see a scene 

Frail grey in green    

I lift it up  

it fits a cup 

my heart astir  

death is but near 

then rip cage still 

who's done a kill?

Two eyes like balls

are pinning me 

the cruelty Waltz 

is on my heels  

with head held high

nose in the sky 

the dry land heart

puss' of the sand 

Adjusts her crown

Oh dear - 

I should've known! 

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