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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

[thriftea]

[Well, the good news is that he's probably going to wake up one morning and find a) a happy poem and b) something nice to eat both sitting on his doorstep! Because holy cow, she feels so bad for sending that mess to another person. Split-second decisions are The Worst.]

that's nice of you to say! but it's not anything special. i was just trying to do some literary analysis, i guess!!!

thank you for sharing your poems. :)

[And now she'll just be floating up to her ceiling. Woohoo!]

[passio]

[ don’t go......

he wishes there were more he could do for her, having seen this kind of insecurity laid out before him like this, even if the forums help hide exactly how sad or embarrassed she is to express it all. ]

I’ll try to think of something happier for next time.

I hope you’ll tell me what you think of that one, too.