Birdthong
you show more love to those bleedin birds
bloodied by that bleedin cat !
than you do to me she chirped
he bridled, bid Her adieu with a note scribed -or scribbled- in bird blood:
butt you can be my bird always, my bride,
if to be like you would
Birdsong
! Look
just tell that bleedin cat
to s(l)ing it's bleedin (h)ook !? would ya
SMOKEY LINNET
( KOLEE ?YNNIT (ms) - field research )
!Blimey . ...
and I thought my Mouser was harsh ? !
Lon Kitenmyse
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