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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Cats

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High Tea in the Garden Wilbur the cat was on the prowl, In merry old Bristol it was. Mid August he came a-foul, Setting the Internet a-buzz. While stalking rodents, as they do, In a neighbor's garden, t'was heard... A quantum screech... his owner's knew... Wilbur is in trouble, was the word! In suspense, anguish and hope jaded, And such a valiant row it was, But as Wilbur's crescendo faded, They imagined the worst, as one does. Authorities summoned at once, And at the scene, not a trace. Except the neighbor's pet's presence, One of fine ophidian grace. A 3 meter Burmese python prime... An ...

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