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The Disease Of The Dancing Cats

Member since 2002 · Posted 28 Jul 2002 · 5 comments

Midnight When everyone goes to sleep The streets are empty This is when the cats come out They dance under the moonlight They form a society They have rules Until the break of day When man returns And the cats become domesticated again And they lap up milk again And they wait for midnight

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[5] horus8 28-Jul-02/5:35 PM Reply

this is minus drunk old man. lacking walled up cat. no insanity. no death. weak society. no poe. no poo. no allen with rabies in gutter. no black cat. no descriptive action. go read weak beak. come back one week ( i suggest hermen hesses' steppenwolf and richard adams shardic. then you have midnight and milk (in a story a bit more prose mad mix poem) better society. anarchy, last sunset ranch.e

[10] Art Glocken 29-Jul-02/4:12 AM Reply

O YES!
giddy, giddy, have a go
lap it up

[10] Art Glocken 29-Jul-02/4:13 AM Reply

I dont sleep until 1? does this mean i'm a cat?

[10] johnnyfontaine23 29-Jul-02/9:59 AM Reply

Have cats got minds? That is what Mr Cakes is probing? The only cat i ever had ran under a car, i dont think do have rules or form societies on that evidence....still a neat little ditty...

[n/a] Goad 8-Feb-05/3:50 PM Reply

There's apparently cats who will dance
When at dark they at last have the chance
Blah blah blah yadda yadda
For us to care, dude, you've gotta
The conceit with some PO'TRY enhance.