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Cats in December

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A December day a year back
I was walking home with frost bitten hands
I spot a cat on our porch
Sitting there are if king
When I come up to him
I rub him for luck
And for my hands
It’s fur is warm and inviting
I fell it’s pulsating in my hand
And I now it’s all right





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