October 7

Cats

 

o             i

am        my

own     way

of being in

view and yet

invisible at

once hearing

everything

you see i

see all of

whatever you

can have heard

even inside the

deep silences of

black silhouettes

like these images

of furry surfaces

darkly playing cat

and mouse with your

doubts about weather

other minds can ever

be drawn from hiding

and made to be heard

in inferred language

i can speak only in

your voice are you

done with my shadow

the thread of dark

word

can

all

run

out

now

and

end

our

tale

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