augury doggerel

Friday, January 17, 2003


I am outnumbered. Something has crept into me at night, hunkered, bred.

I always smile when the woman tells me a cat will sleep on the sick, curl on the spot and share the disease away. But the cat in collusion has given up her place under the heater. She waits every night now for the light to go out, then pounces and she's on me. Her three good feet hobble in the dark over me, and then I'm the nest.


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