Under the smoky exterior of this creation
Lies the silent victims caused not only by nature
But the tragic necessity of scale weight;
Where one rises the other must fall,
Engulfed by fear; an anxious ghost
Of the lonely past, cornered by circumstance.
Floating over the grassy road lain down by the sky
His dextrous limbs in continuous flow
The cat wonders toward the moon.
Adrift from his past,
Obedient to the whistling song of the air,
Comfort from clouds that stroke his sides
The last swirls of provocative colour conjure his final
dream
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