the black cat
with the bottle green eyes
she mourns her
death already.
poor Lily, she says.
poor girl.
look, she says, there's
a lump beneath
her fur.
yes, below. right there.
she isn't long for this
world, she says.
and then
the cat leaps out of
her arms
into the street,
off she goes chasing
a squirrel.
it's not over yet.
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