Our dubious Fello, Dave Delacroix in Europe/Belize (has a dwinking promblem-last heard?): "The Cat's MEEOW!!!"
(dedicato: Mary Kay Mulcher.)
A wicked wind, a wicked wind, a Witches' SPIN... in the curdles, a brew to hue a devil, a MIRRORED face of mind, like a devil GAW eating at your soul, a fragment of imagination that leaves U wretched, awaiting rescue, no windmills to save U. O Lordy!?
A devil's breeze, before U sneeze, a laughter in the wind? Some Banshee cursed U long ago, when your kin burnt her, an "auto de fe"; and HER swirling-feng-sui, never pissed-off, circles till this day in your GIG- lifestyle, Bowler, Trilby, Stetson, flowered hat, swirling for ever more. What comes around? No sin, but no halos for the descendants of mere mortals!
A wicked wind in our GATOES eyes? They see trouble up ahead. A "familiar", whilst BATS hanging from a tropic CASA's eaves, upside-down, emulate our dancing upon our legs, hanging in mommy Natures fate like children on a swing. Cats anticipate your fear!
A wicked wind, a wicked wind blows timelessly. Careless, impartial. In-different. WE WAIL and sing our tune? Night falls for all .... but Cats, uncannily, they prevail like a snake in the grass or wail-too that classic grand MEOW!!! That Nature's Song we forgot...and sometimes forget to sing.
c.2025. dave delacroix.
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