There's A Margay In Your Kitchen Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

There's A Margay In Your Kitchen



in a cage atop the fridge
when the clock has ticked to ten
he shall be free again
I'll carry that kitty to freedom
let him roam, explore the ridge
he'll run and hunt...you'll smoke your blunt
an I'll have done my smidge...
hooray for all folks feral...
...includes ol' groundhog, Geral'

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