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Poem

We're the Mafia cats
Bugsy, Franco and Toni
We're crazy for pizza
With hot pepperoni

Poem

All you see is outside me: my painted smile,
the rosy-posy shell, the fluttery eyes.
A butter-won’t-melt-in-my-mouth-type me

Poem

Midnight. A knock at the door.
Open it? Better had.
Three heavy cats, mean and bad.

Red Cherry Red
Poem

When I was born
I was a familiar,
a black cat, Satan’s favourite form.

Poem

In the beginning was the word
and the word is ours:

the names of places,
the names of flowers,
the name of names,
words are ours.