cats

I have known the coven of cats
sitting narrow eyed, complacent
on-the-sly savage in courtship &
the promise of Saturday night
ready to populate dark edges of the world
where its pages curl with mould and smoulder

look at me Tom
I am your ticket
we are the primal racket the
city in a mirror, wanting the exotic
padding its floors, sitting
in its windows agaze
sensing the stray blossom
upon the warm infected air

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