In that palsy-walsy
dizzy night
there were cats and dogs
circling in the raining sky.
If large is not large
and small is not small
these cats and dogs
would come down
from the sky,
to my bee hives
where I sleep,
and bit the bees
with meows.
I see them in a near
sight/fight/night.
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