El Mundo Today


वहत यू हेअर इन Santander

Cats at Night

The cats late at night

scream as they fight

or cry. I don't know which.

They scream, "Paul"

as the light in my bedroom,

the bedside light talks to the moon

and the splinters of my mindless


as a beautiful woman helps

me walk into a wall

so now I can only hear the cats scream

out my name.

"Paul" , they'd shout

or so it seems

in my world of deep thought

she could have possibly entered to redeem.

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