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i wonder where he is on rainy nights like tonight
the handsome fella who kept me company
when the girl’s hand revealed a knife
and an accomplice
her keepers

he is a general-purpose cat
living his best life
unless it is 102 degrees in the shade

i would invite him in
on cold nights
he might come to the glass door and call
or
more likely
i would come home from work
and call him on the way to my cozy comfy dojo love shack
of loneliness

are dee
ardy
ardie

research and development
the cat
is waiting
for an airlift
to the high bed when he’s old
sore
wet even

he waits
longing for touch
i pine for purs
and a dark tail curled around my calf muscle
saying
apologizing
requesting
kibble
cuddles
and company

or maybe that was me

12-24-23

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