He's a small black man
from Baltimore County
brings the witching hour
always craves a meal
or two.
Thomas.
Treads like Neruda's doves
on slippered feet.
Flicks his tail
and tales are told
the galaxies turn
Baltimore disappears
in the rear view mirror.
My man
my dark sprite
of hunger and thirst
first and best
Cat.
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 7:58 PM UTC
He's a small black man
from Baltimore County
brings the witching hour
always craves a meal
or two.
Thomas.
Treads like Neruda's doves
on slippered feet.
Flicks his tail
and tales are told
the galaxies turn
Baltimore disappears
in the rear view mirror.
My man
my dark sprite
of hunger and thirst
first and best
Cat.
It's a love poem for a cat, isn't it?
