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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 So It Goes. Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/