Cat
Gently she comes on ink stained paws
with stars like minnows in her jaws.
She lands like a whisper on my back;
her eyes are black, her tail is black.
She purrs around my feet and head
then curls beside me in my bed.
She yawns and swallows up the light:
She calls me warmth—I call her night.
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