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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.