As I walk down the street,
I stare at the occasional cat,
Down my sides my fingers pat,
Hoping, strangely enough, to see a bat.
I know it's weird,
I know it's queer,
Who would care in the world,
Rushing by, bother a bit of care.
Purpose of life,
I need to know,
Creator of Life,
Please, let me know.
*I know it seems pretty weird that I'm commenting on my own poems..but I notice some flaws as I re-type it here...I'm not editing it so as to protect it's authenticity, in respect to the time I composed it. And I also know that the first and the following stanzas in this poem..haha..clearly has got no connection...Anyways, this is what I meant when I said earlier that my poems can be crappy at times..! haha
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