(Poem of the Week) Kitten warmth in knitted blankets Claws like ice “Wake up!” White beam through window screen Shining emeralds in the night What is that you say? The day hasn’t yet begun. “The moon is full bind the foe,” purrs nocturnal feline like music giving spirit without any lies . . . I descent unto my patio The rays I cast with moonbeams dance as I ask for her protection so mote it be amen. —Cori Lark Corina V-7 The Witching Hour © 2007 #magicpoetry

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