Unholy Cats: A Poetry

Past the glory,
Inside the flowered beds

Behind the curtained walls,
Lie the unholy cats.

Twitching their tails
In rapt desires

Wailing for unholy touches,
Crying for the prize

The sweet nectar
Of love.

Let these be,
Move on...

The world is full,
Of masterful deceptions

Waiting to claw your attention
Your time is lost.

End

Subject: deceptions and time.

Note: Images generated using stable diffusion and poet's imagination