Curious Cat
I was a Curious Cat born in a flock of sheep
Appearing to the world, an apparition
They cut claws, and shaved down paws
To sheild as hooves
Overgrowing my fur, bleaching it wool white
Made to follow, as they echo their chants
I do not make a sound
My silence, my protection
My protection, my imprisonment
of my own affliction.
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