comes home, at last.
she's been
gone for weeks.
we leave
the window open,
and wait.
finally we see
her
slipping in slowly
as cats
do on cat paws.
slow,
and sleek, quietly.
we ask
her where she's been.
she shakes
her wet,
scarred ears and
says,
don't ask.
the dog smiles,
looking at me,
and shakes his
head.
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