it's not a pretty
cat.
this black long hair thing
with
bottled green
eyes,
a tail like a feather,
black
and slick as a crow's
wing.
she's loud
and needy, cautious
between the cars,
under,
around
the wheels, then coming
to you
to slide between
your shoes and legs
telling you
about the world she lives
in,
which is so
unclear.
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