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Bad Kitty - Birdie's

He listened for them, in the wood as daylight blossomed, poised to prowl For breakfast, breast meat sounded good and Cat could feel his stomach growl Soon, struck by a cacophany of cheeps and chirps, of coos and caws, Cat snuck up on them, tree by tree and hushed each cluck with teeth and claws They, unobservant, were plucked clean from every nook where they would sing Think; had they looked, they might have seen him slink toward them - and took wing! When Cat had eaten every bird, he retched a ball of beaks and feet, then stretched out on their bones and purred, at peace atop the spongey peet...

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Date: 7/31/2022 7:18:00 AM
Lycia, well done, love the cat imagery, congratulations on your winning placement!
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Date: 7/30/2022 7:44:00 PM
I enjoyed this so much. Great poem!
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Date: 7/30/2022 3:56:00 PM
Congrats on being on the winning list, Lycia.
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Date: 7/30/2022 1:42:00 PM
I love this Lycia! In fact, it's a fav for me. A cat lover/owner, I can relate LOL Congratulations on your placement in Emile's contest! Linda
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Date: 7/30/2022 11:23:00 AM
Congratulations Lycia! Your poem earned a distinguished place in my "Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest." This contest had many good poems entered and yet yours rose to the top ten, you should be proud of your placing, this was a fun contest to judge, well done my friend, Emile.
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Lycia Harding
Date: 7/30/2022 11:52:00 AM
Thank you for the placement, Emile - fun contest! xoxo LyLy
Date: 7/25/2022 2:11:00 PM
Natural born killers - most folks have no idea how many birds cats kill. Good read, enjoyed.
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Lycia Harding
Date: 7/25/2022 7:59:00 PM
Thank you, Jeff! I have SOME idea because my cat leaves two or three a week in the bush outside my front door, like the worlds most greusome Christmas ornaments. (Think _ A Partridge in a Pear tree...) I know it means he loves me but... EW.

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