A Few Too Many Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

cats leapt out of the bag...and they were the mewling, scratching ones...
with shredded ears and abscess cicatrices....an extra kink or more in a tail of woe...and they hadn't learned...yet(?) ...to tell those tails in voices of fewer decibels
and
at least mellowed and/or seemingly balanced....
in
mellifluous, if minor... keys.....
resolute..if not resolved.....
somewhat dried...not thoroughly dessicated....
oh, plucky and berserkly congruant....admirably so...
back in they've gone.....no blood-letting today..... ho harps/no lyres.....no swarms/no towels.......oh, for the grace of beauteous spillage.....