Cat Tales

dreaming
of her elegant fowl
she stares at
the big bright moon

she misses mince
slices of quince
the pea green boat
and small guitar serenades
under the stars

the bongs
were their downfall
a fate of many before them
lured by the land where the
bong trees grow

they ran out of honey
lost all of their money
puss sold the runcible spoon
to the man in the moon
for a ride on a beam home

now she sits pining
in a catatonic state
watching at the window
just waits and waits

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