your mew just a squeak
nearly too high to hear
with a human ear
scratch in your throat
big eyes up at me
questioning, trusting
thick, silky fur
shedding, shedding!
trademark all textiles
smelly, too--
always thought of that
song from the sitcom
i fed you well, though--
too well!
pleasantly plump
so, so snuggly
buried you in that spot
you rolled around
dry dirt
always entrenched
in your fur
box of rocks
bundle of love
9.21.11
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