Wednesday, April 13, 2016

About A Cat I Just Met

It is strange and simple
to be me
I don't even have to look both ways
to cross the street
They only go one way
or the other
I am mutilated
but I am lucky
this thing that makes me different
is endearing

I chase the moths
roll my body on the pebbled sidewalk
I am petite and open to friendship
and when the moths don't want to play
I will stop and prove to you
that I noticed you too
I will not mind your cigarette
because you didn't feel sorry for me
And you can pet me
because I love you already

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