The Cat Shapes My Forensic Soul Poem by Oleg Vorobyov
The Cat Shapes My Forensic Soul
The sinous smudge of the tensile
Afflicts the core of soul mine.
It paws the fibers soft, - cat's paw,
And soul mine avers dim lore.
The lore of sin and theft bereft,
With truest pith's survival left.
A lurk, then freeze, and springy lunge -
Oh, Soulcat, on world revenge!
Yet, grace insane in claws retracts
Fulfiling carnivorous acts.
The cat shapes my forensic soul.
A puffball's likely life to maul...
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5/21/2024 3:09:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
forensic soul, life to maul enjoy it
Dear poet, grateful for your feedback on my piece, which, in fact, just a reflection haunting me for a while, and to add, I've found a good starter, the 1st. line to beget the piece and create the imagery in question, and all has rolled on to form the tenor and verbal expression. Cats are likeable and gracious, with a lingering patina of guilt around them suggesting the darker side.