old cat – March 15


old cat steps up

gingerly, her body

no longer sprung



lying down with

her head askew

she watches

the momma


waiting, waiting

a slight twitch

head lift, wonder,



will the one who

feeds and strokes

and whispers



old cat still a

sphinx, steps

down to seek



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