Separate Cat
I have a cat
who lounges languidly,
who paws the air
and stares at me.
I stroke his fur
whenever he tells me to
and, of course,
I buy the cat food.
Some days he darts away
when he sees me
other days
he is in my lap
insistently.
I have a cat
or does he have me?
I can't risk
separation
to find out
which
is
which.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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