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Poem: Stray 

stray

i think of him
wet whiskered
like a cat just out
of a tuna can
satisfied
and unapologetic
in his willingness
to take what he can get
and then walk away

it seems he can just
lie anywhere
and drunkenly soak up the sun

i am more choosey
i mean—i will be

  • i think of him wet whiskered

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