[Soaring Feather]

Ah cat pictures, very nice. Thank you.

[Soaring Feather]

Wild you are to run free
in the low evening sun
the wind blowing through
your mane and the grass
allows you to trample her
under your night hooves

Free to run into the star lit night
with your hearts delight
free as nature intended you to be
oh you wondrous beast of the field
how lucky you are to be born free

bentfeather ©
04-04-04
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[Darkchylde]

Those pics are, of course, Mandy, the cat spoken
of in the poem. She used to do such evil things, but
she's quite old now (20, as the poem states), so
she's not so bad, but back in the day... oh boy.