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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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| There's agony in my kitty's caterwauls, As if shards of glass wrack her soul insane, A torturous trap when the wilderness calls. Baring ferocious fangs and needle-sharp claws, At passerine birds and other cats in vain, There's agony in my kitty's caterwauls. What brutal memories of nocturnal brawls, Still live within her domesticated brain, A torturous trap when the wilderness calls. Catching string mice and chasing plastic balls, Can never satisfy like a warm bloodstain, There's agony in my kitty's caterwauls. Catnip, butterflies, soft grass under her paws, A screaming pounce upon helpless prey to gain, A torturous trap when the wilderness calls. I can only listen to her frantic bawls, Still, she persists in her obstinate chicane, There's agony in my kitty's caterwauls, A torturous trap when the wilderness calls. Villanelle; Consists of nineteen lines and is comprised of two rhymes. The first and third lines of the first verse become the alternating final lines of the next four verses. In the last stanza, they form a couplet and become the "Closure". Finally, all the 2nd lines of each stanza rhyme with each other.
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