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[passio]

Black-as-can-be cats arrive a-pair,
Up on a rooftop, a plaintive eve,
And on the tips of their pointed tails hung
A wispy crescent-moon, looking hazy.
'O-wah, good evening,'
'O-wah, good evening!'
'O-wah, o-wah, o-wah!'
'O-wah, the man of this household is bedridden.'

A poem by Sakutaro Hagiwara, that I heard once from a friend. It seems things have calmed down since #FFFFFF arrived, but I wonder if that's the end of it.

How is everyone's literary analysis? I think we should be prepared for more mysterious messages, and maybe there's a way to prevent it before it gets bad.

Comments

[windeity]

given we have way too much to worry about already? you're right.
thank you.
guess all we can do is keep practicing analysis.

[passio]

You can do other things, too. If you don't like poetry, there are other ways to help yourself.

Leave the worrying to me.

[windeity]

i'll take a look at what i have available to me.
just be sure to take care of yourself, too, outside of the worrying.