A querulous cry
from my peckish feline
failed to rouse me from sleep:
thus,
teeth entangled in the meat of my palm,
this hideous beast
bucked conventional wisdom in
deciding to bite a hand
to prompt a feeding.
Concurrently
I am considering the adage
of there being more than one way
to skin a cat.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 7:32 PM UTC
A querulous cry
from my peckish feline
failed to rouse me from sleep:
thus,
teeth entangled in the meat of my palm,
this hideous beast
bucked conventional wisdom in
deciding to bite a hand
to prompt a feeding.
Concurrently
I am considering the adage
of there being more than one way
to skin a cat.
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