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THE CONVERSATIONS OF CATS

Roy Cotton


The conversation of cats is heard only by the wind.

Nought else where. Where

the somewhere turns the bend;

And teaches words not

To preach Silence. When-

ever the ointmentdunes are

whistling; and some intent

burglar is almost on the

beat. Yes, the conversations

of cats can glisten, like

rubies in the Night.

19/12/84


Featured on 2 September 2021


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