Cat

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Date: 31 December 1969 23:59:59

The cats sits:
Shiny sleekness in the warm light.
Gazing at her reflected beauty
And through the window to the world she owns.

Bored with contentment
She lifts a paw into the air

As if…

Then returns it to her fur,
Settling into her.

Eyes close…

For a moment your feeling of being seen vanishes
Yet you know she is watching through closed eyelids
Touching your paranoia
Unnerving.

The cat sits:
Knowing your admiration
Holds you captive
At her pleasure.