Word Are Cats...Purring, Hissing

Writing is dangerous...for words follow commands....
If they choose.
Cat Words, scratching claws sharp, with meaning,
Or jibberish, or half-written, haltingly.

And the Cat arches metaphors
And the Cat purrs simile
And the cat eats alliteration...
If the Cat isn't sleeping, dreaming
Style as scurrying mice...caught, shredded,
Eaten.

Words vary in color, breed, longevity, softness...
And when Cat Words pet us with enough years...
They lie curled by our fireplace
Of Life,

Watching for our last line...

Disappearing with us
Onto the pages
Of Eternity.

poem by by unknown author
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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