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Little Black Cat
Veronica Corningstone
The willow tree waved to me like a hand
the wind blowing its green leaves with grace.
I sat and pondered on the land
While my thoughts made my heart race.
I once was quite a tom boy I thought
I liked nature and gross animals and such
But now I'm older I think its changed a lot
And things I thought I liked I don't much.
I'll tell you how I know its true
as I sat by the water so blue.
A strong large snake slithered my way
I jumped away even though I know it just wanted to play.
I gave it a look of dissatisfaction
and crossed the stream for a different type of action.
I saw it at once as it came toward me gentlay
and when I touched the sleek black fur I knew I wanted that pussay
Veronica Corningstone has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Veronica's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Veronica's latest works: