The dark

Thinkings and poems 1 Minute

Here the cats’ claws tear at the wood
As they run over trunks they bare bled
Crows caw, blinded, hieroglyphics
Feet to be read, marks made at speed
Horrific,horrific, the Greek metonymics
The cats claws’ screams seen in the bark
Hummed far too fast, straight into the dark

Published by Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation

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