black cat is at the door again,
peering into
the glass.
her green eyes are like
distant stars.
i see her,
and she sees me on
the far couch.
there is no need for her
to ask.
i pour out a saucer
of cream
and set it on the porch
for her.
she gives me a polite
meow,
takes a lick or two, then
leaves, but we
both know, that she'll
be back.
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