Saint Laurent. You will need
no longer nap in the grass.
Come Cat nap in our barn
consecrated for you. You make
no sound Cat, but I know you
want to be ours. Join our priory
the order of chickens and rats
we need a guardian of the gates
to the Otherworld. Arch your back
and follow us in silence. We have no meat
to offer you a blood sacrifice. Potatoes
will not do either? We offer solace instead
we have a wood chapel, a vaulted ceiling
a place to nestle among the smooth boards.
We offer sunlit windows and a cool breeze
through the rafter tips. An intricate dust
sanctifies our barn as a place of hunting
and sleeping. Why do you meow outside
our kitchen door? Come to the barn.
We have dry and wet kitty food
in our cat sanctuary. We said a prayer
you would track down our rats. Come Cat
you can take a vow of silence, make yourself
a crypt of rats below the stone pillars
your private mausoleum and we will
throw you food and applause.
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