The living Poem

The cat was purring contentedly on my stomach
I have to go write a poem I said
I am a poem said the cat
I am old, wise and drool
I have fur, purrs
claws and stretches
the cat left me for a bowl of meat
Is it okay to write a poem now I asked
that is not my concern
she said
so I did

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