The tiger’s bed

The sky is stark ,the air is cool and still
The black cat’s run,the birds unflowed all day
I sit alone and with some totty pray
Ye cast o’ foolish thoughts, you raped my will.

We’ve all enraged the bureaucratic mills
Oh frigid purse, I never ought to pay!
The sky ‘s a’spark,the air is warm and shrill
The saturnine demoted found their way

With this feathered pounce, my sample quill,
I cite the cheque and date it for next May.
Oh,tit for tat, the tiger’s bed ‘s astray.
And now all’re nettled by a harlot’s will
The sky ‘s a shark, the air is sharper still.

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