Writing in syllabics is a lot harder than I thought it would be! Here is one, I hope it isn't bad.
The Strange Cat
There is the strange cat,
in the wayward house down
yonder. Running through a
land of sink-holes, after
a large, tricksy wren.
He leaps towards his abrupt,
early eternity.
Don a dirty gas mask.
There is no heaven here.
Yes, it is weird, but I kinda liked it. I did 5 syllables in the first lines of each stanza (except the last) and 6 syllables on the rest. I hope I did okay, I am not that great at counting syllables. As I said before, it is really difficult to do syllabics, but I like it! It makes you choose your words differently. I would like to go back to some of my poems, and try doing them in this form.
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