Poem: Feline Sketches
The cat strolled through centuries of adoration,
worshipped several centuries ago, and now she’ll know that forever; will never forget.
It’s passed down the line, as if a hunting intuition
stops down the path to create still-life underneath sunlight.
That’ll be enough for today
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