i hear
you coming from
across
the street
the jingle jangle of you.
the way
you shuffle,
the way
you speak.
i've known you for
a long time.
years in fact,
in cold
weather and warm.
i hear
the bell around
your neck,
the meow of you.
it's good to know
that you're not
dead yet.
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