Quarter Moon Cat

Poetry, portfolio

Once you were a white, pregnant cat,
Purring in my palm, clawing the mat…

You drank yourself, glass of milk half full,
Cool and sweet, in retrograded pull….

Your pointed ears sharpened,
Space between us darkened…

Now what is gone, is gone,
And still the night plays on…

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