her hairless
cat sits skinny and grey
fleshed, cold
eyed on the sill.
the skin is like that
of a pale peach,
though dark, and molted.
the blue almond
eyes are too large,
the howl too rough
and full of angst,
the cat looks full of sin,
and evil. it appears
as if it may sprout
wings and join
the bats on a midnight
fly to go suck
blood from the ankle
of an unsuspecting cow.
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