A Tabby Named CatsbyA Poem by emptyinkwellA warning to all to stop chasing an illusion.
Catsby chases the laser.
He frantically scratches at the wall A streak of blue peeks beneath a coat of white. He jumps on the counter Ceramics and glasses meet their sudden deaths. He bites at the tiled blacksplash The once perfect herringbone pattern chips and crumbles. He reaches and reaches and reaches out too far A petrified purr follows a silent fall. Good thing cats have nine lives As they can waste eight chasing a glorified speck of light that doesn't exist.
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4 Reviews Added on August 24, 2017 Last Updated on August 24, 2017 AuthoremptyinkwellAboutI put words on paper (or in this case, a text box) and try to pass it off as poetry. Sometimes, my efforts are successful. A villain in my own right, but a hero in my own eyes. John Yossarian. R.. more..Writing
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