Cats creep across the garden
like shrunken tigers
garbed in cast-off
woolly trousers
10 times too large and late
the property of some
decrepit rural circus clown who,
having nearly drowned
in the waves of cosmic laughter
resulting from his pratfalls and antics,
has resolved
never again
to swim
too far
from shore.
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