The Cat Child

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I go to Nonni's house and see you laying there

your yellow fur rustling

your sides moving

your glass green eyes staring at me

I call you and you somewhat obey and come

you rub against my legs

your speach sounds like a child

though you are old

your fur is flecked with gray

you wrap around my leg and hug

we eat tuna together

you are my friend

though you are old

you whine when you don't get your way

yet though you act like a child

you are an old woman

you are the cat

the cat who whines like a child but is old

and is gone





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