The Wildest Cats Poem by Lazarus Knix

The Wildest Cats



The wildcats wander at night.
Frightened not by absence of light-
“Dusk is a dance of dark delight! ”
They sing, they sing, as claws unite.
While perched at one unearthly height,
Their silhouettes look all alike.
While perched at one unearthly height,
They sing, they sing, as claws unite:
“ Dusk is a dance of dark delight! ”
Frightened not by absence of light-
The wildcats wander at night.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Val Morehouse 12 September 2009

Perhaps you will get a kick out of my Shakedown at Lime Ridge? Val

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