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| Halo. |
| I am Cat. |
| Manx. Lost. |
| Wondering. |
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| I sit InQuiet, InHalfLotus, |
| under Purple Rhinoceros |
| tracks print’d faint |
| in the WildBlue. |
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| Have you seen them? |
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| Though Lost, I |
| once was Found, |
| but Lost again. |
| Yet, content so. |
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| Before the many |
| FishBones buried |
| and gone which |
| carried me here, |
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| I wonder’d the Streets |
| a Scruff and collect’d |
| on the Fence with other |
| Strays to MeYowl our |
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| sad-silly-sorrow Kitten songs |
| of Death’s Love, and God’s demise |
| and Rage at the Bone-Eaters |
| who forever force Rib as Rule. |
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| One Moon, while prowling, |
| the Fence I found |
| sign saying: |
| "NO CATS ALLOWED." |
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| My Whiskers humm’d |
| and stood the hair |
| as I Hist and |
| Spit-n-Spat-n |
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| Pit-n-PatHatRat |
| TitTitTitTeTAT! |
| sliced the sign down |
| and Pist on it! |
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| (What else could |
| an Ang’ree |
| Young Ale’ |
| Cat do?) |
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| As things are, |
| Sharks came cruising, |
| smiling, and did |
| what Sharks do. |
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| (You know Sharks, Yes? |
| Black, White or Blue fins |
| have no Deference. Sharks |
| smell cutting a Scruff |
| when they can and do.) |
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| They bled me. |
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| Smiling glib-teeth |
| proud in upholding |
| the BoneEaters Peace, |
| they swam away. |
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| Warm red beads |
| drip’d from my nose and I |
| wish’d to Kill. |
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| "Do NoThing." A Voice spoke. |
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| (Here, let me explain a ‘curious’ of Cats. |
| We Cats often hear Voices wisping |
| Bites and Peaces of NoSense in our |
| Water Heads. Some we heed. Others, |
| we ignore.) |
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| Curling tight, |
| not easing |
| the pain, I |
| ignor’d it. |
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| Blackness |
| faded in and |
| a ManMellow |
| voice said, |
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| "Poor thing." |
| It lift’d |
| me as black |
| became pitch |
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| The dark flow’d gas- |
| liquid-solid |
| - glass cracking from |
| a Round of Light. |
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| In the Light’s center |
| FishBones gather’d |
| a pile of themselves |
| where I atop |
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| sat In- |
| Lotus hearing |
| long Hallow sound |
| breathing. |
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| From the Blackness, a |
| Purple Rhinoceros |
| charged, toppling the Fishbones, |
| sending me falling, |
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| in slow loop, |
| landing on |
| my head - still |
| in Posture. |
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| Looking |
| at the Upside-Right |
| from the Upside-Down, |
| I saw |
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Spoken Word 
