retract your claws
dear cat friend, unarch
that spiney back,
and let the fur down.
you only hear what
you want to hear and
take off running with
untruth as if wasn't.
close those sleepy
brown eyes, and
tart sweet mouth. find
the sun, find a sill.
have a bowl of milk,
breathe in, exhale.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
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