Poems to Hanna 3, Please do not snipe me in the eyes.

Dear cat friends and lovers,

Poem to Hanna

Please do not snipe me in the eyes.

After your scielent whispers my love, after your recovery from your lack of appetite, I have whispered to you that your wounds shall be healed and that your thurst for lust shall be filled, not due to the descision of some cowboy, but due to the intentions of a democratic mind. I have hinted to you that your appetite shall not rott, not due to your mastermind, but due to the kindness in my mouth and the hand of our current God. After I declared my jealousy over you my love, after you commanded me to believe you and to believe in you my love, I am sure, that I shall obide to my kindness.

Though, I shall ask of you one request, a request comming out of the tiger in me, not the saint, I shall ask of you my love that when you dine on your finest delivered meal, to do it in this tiger's cave, here , right here we belong, in this tigers restraunt, where the meals are flying in, and not in some haunted house. Here I am writing this poem for you Hanna , while planning to dine on the best grilled rabbit meal ever, knowing that you hold a sniper in your beutifulhands. acold bloded snipes, here I am , writing this request for lust and shouting to you in my inner voice "Please do not leave my cave Hanna, and moreover, please do not snipe me in the eyes" for I really care about you Hanna and love you.

Best wishes

Fouad R. Suleiman  😀