Feline images

Modern old poet is seriously engaged with cats
And their naming as they lay curled into streets
Like fog on a window pane blown by nameless.

They had snarled all night in their dark sleeps
Their kiddens held by scruffs of their silky necks
In cat dreams purring softly by a street corner.

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