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He was a hermit,
a recluse living in a cave with his cats.
He had a long strong thread
made of cat gut
and he sat all day
every day
playing cat’s cradle
and all that jazz
on his home made guitar.
And then one day
the cats decided
enough was enough
they were all jazzed out.
So they ate him up
and played rock ’n’ roll.
© 2019 Lynn White
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Peach Velvet, Light Journal and…
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