you are a black cat stalking along my branches
utterly sublime in your every movement
yet i am a home for small round birds
their nests with eggs
and creatures of fantastic colour
myriad my leaves
the music of them tuned to the breezes
what are you
with your teeth
and sleek silence
doing here?
A contest entry
- peaches by Randomly Beautiful.
500 points, ended July 29, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Thank you for this piece.
Best Wishes.
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Clever, I like this.
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