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[apiphile]

the motherland

Pink and black
the cats' toes walk on snowy slate
the church roof a bulb
that was not buried
for the cruel winter
but which will bloom nonetheless.
when the monks sing
the cats descant;
let us in, let us in
we ask only for mercy
we know only mouse sin
and we have come to warm our feet
in the presence of our god.

Comments

[wolfy_writing]

I like this! Very well-written cats!