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Posted by Geo 
I wrote this today after taking a short stroll outside my house.

Cats

One afternoon of dreary gray, I walked my yard upon my way
To destinations yet unfound, and cast mine eyes upon the ground
Tiny corpses, all about me… death, the final fee…

Gray, and furred, and fat and thin, upon the earth they are not in
No place my wandering eyes did fall, was anything that lived at all…
The cats thought I, the cats it be, that wrought this death I can not unsee…

Yes, I will never be a great poet, my cats, however, are prolific rodent killers…

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