So I've heard
But never seen
May a queen look at a cat?
One must suppose
There's naught wrong with that.
What if the cat is plural?
Or is that 'cats are'?
One less than in this mural
You see them, in the snow
Staring, wide eyed
They want to know.
And what if the cats are triple?
On a blue hill
Downwards the flakes ripple
Unblinking the six eyes
Watch commoner and queen
Black cats are lucky say the wise.
Unless one crosses your path
You tread on its tail
And so incur its wrath
So we four stand linked
Three cats and me
The loser, the one who blinked
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