August 15, 2013

Tinted, Turning, Fallen

By viewingcamelot

Black coffee cat,

Scat!

This is not your back stoop.

Troop of omen

Moan and wail, but

Leave me to my own.

What evil eyes shone

Through the night-

Lies! Threats!

Begone! Fly

Mangy imp of the devil’s devices

Limp back to hell,

Leave me to my own.

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