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Poetry Women & Cats

The World Between the Words
Women and Cats



All cats are grey by night.

Some women prowl.

Some cats walk by themselves.

All women have claws.



All cats screech at the moon.

Some women howl and moan.

Some cats purr and drool.

All women are planets.



All cats have servants.

Some women have slaves.

Some cats hunt wildly.

All women forage alone.



All cats love dusk.

Some women glow.

Some cats taste fear.

All women know mystery.



All cats are gods.

Some women are lonely.

Some cats are loyal.

All women are tidal.


Paul Whybrow​
 
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