El Mundo Today

2011/12/23

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


conciousness


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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