Never have I heard of a beast
who curls up in the homes of men
Whose ferocious calls echo through
the hallway, and then back again
And when the fight comes, it is he
who paws at an unseen airy foe
And he will snarl, and parry, thrust,
but only with a “come” and “go”
But the exception, catcher of rats,
is you, Tybalt, the King of Cats.
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Butterfly Ripples
PoetryButterfly ripples through water and wind fluttering petals, whispering wings. Words swing 'round trees carried in a breeze of butterfly ripples so do as you please. But don't taunt their song of water and wind: to it they belong and so they will sin...
