Cats (In The Style Of Heather Burns) Poem by Kim Barney
Cats (In The Style Of Heather Burns)
I love cats,
But we don't own them;
They own us.
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So, at that Chinese restaurant,
As your fingers you were lickin',
Did you really think
That you were eating chicken?
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When that raw piece you stabbed
With your fork and it said '0w! '
Are you really sure
It wasn't a meow?
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You may have your doubts;
We can't be really sure,
But why don't we see Heathcliff
or Garfield any more?
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Recife, Pernambuco, Brasil
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8/3/2025 3:03:20 AM # 1.0.0
A poem is entirely different than offending Chinese restaurants, dear poet. Tha's why you have not one single comment. This is my honest response. Eating raw meat is not healthy, dear poet.