the cat stretches
on the bed.
turns her glass green
eyes
to the thin light
etching
the sheets in shadows.
we begin the day
like most
days.
quietly.
each going towards
what work there is to do.
the cat
is beyond that.
beyond us.
thinking little
about
her life, just wondering
when
the yellow bird
will
appear.
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Get a cat
a little Calico who will
purr, curled up beside you
brown and gold and white
promising
devotion but not so much
that you take it for granted, think
for a moment that it will always be there.
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