Two Manners

Two cats and manners assure me as the death,
Preserve us when silly, it can be said;
The knowing of laughter causes us to resent
The futility of the island, as impatient as it can be.
A great many shores are waiting, meeting goats
And meeting manners of inclination.
They were long enough to make a journey,
The same height of the rocks met days not weeks,
No current occurred as the place of worship stopped
And worked miracles afterwards.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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