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Victory

by cori-macnaughton

I have shorn the hair of Samson And the tiger's claws unsheathed I have spit into the hurricane And defied as fires breathed The minutest one is fastest And the closest one to me The largest is the strongest The most likely to break free The middle is most cunning Spits and growls at my resolve Yet I face the fearsome challenge As should one the more evolved I have bravely fought the battle To triumphant victory As I fiercely clip the claws Of not just one cat, but all three Cori MacNaughton 20Mar2001
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Jun 11, 2015
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Anyone with cats will understand. ;-)

We have three cats again - in the poem I was referring to all girls, whereas now we have all boys. Wonderful and loving creatures either way.

This poem has been read in public, at the Oxygen Bar in Dunedin, Florida, and published in an online journal which no longer exists.

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