There on the grey asphalt
The kitty presents
his credentials to
the black crow
Packed with bloody
twirls of entrails the
bird picks his
choice of indulgence
The predator becomes the
prey
all that goes around
comes around
that prophetic feline
demonstrates to us the
cyclic twirls of
universal logic
his entrails are our entrails
his logic is our logic
plus se change plus c’est la meme chose
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