Poem

Grackles harass the cat as he lays at my feet, pacified on dried food.
He says he’ll chase one later when it’s not so hot out.
He’s a perfect killer.
A bundled mass of death and fury.
But he’s a lazy bastard sometimes
And it is pretty hot.

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