Walt and Me (Prompt 8)

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? Walt Whitman

My version

Bengal Cat! Bengal Cat! burning light.

Christmas pine and summer bloom, the stars at night,

Christmas pine and summer bloom,

I ask the silly spirits, read my palm, what’s in store for me?

in hands we trust, community we bind, humanity’s thrust

more or less, we could be free, we could be dust.

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