the tabby sashay’s in
a newborn rabbit limp
in her mouth she drops it at my feet
it blinks as I hold it a trickle of
blood runs between my fingers
the cat runs her head under
my hand insisting a scratch
her supple coat over retractable
knives such elegant dress
for a cold-blooded killer
and to my sweet-guy persona
cloaking the scarred victims
I’ve left behind Margareta’s
cat purrs for more
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