kittycat claptrap
Pyewacket what a racket
shy guy in the eyes
climb across me like a bridge.
on the verge of loving you
then a scratch and love is through
house devil, house god,
just a bump on a log.
kittycat catnip
fingers, hands, holding sands
drifting through
sad and blue,
eyes askance and back at once.
kittycat claptrap
yawn and purr
on the floor
on my shoe and in my arms
sleeping charms, nothing harms.
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