Two Manners Poem by Naveed Akram

Two cats and manners assure me as the death,
Preserve us when silly, it can be said;
The knowing of laughter causes us to resent
The futility of the island, as impatient as it can be.
A great many shores are waiting, meeting goats
And meeting manners of inclination.
They were long enough to make a journey,
The same height of the rocks met days not weeks,
No current occurred as the place of worship stopped
And worked miracles afterwards.