They are slaughtering the cats at number fourI’ve heard strange cries and sinister sounds
They are slaughtering the cats at number four
Or has the violin fallen from the maestro’s hand?
They are slaughtering the cats at number four
The maestro’s strings are gut no more
But they are slaughtering cats at number four
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3 comments:
Dark and glorious, Oh, I like! (Very much.)
It's chilling and morbid. What's there at #4? It's mystifying.
Hank
This has the ring of T S Eliot about it or maybe more W H Auden.
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