The cat
followed me
in the door
last muggy night.
on a return trip
from a beer run,
Kurt heard a yowl
as screaming as any hurt guitar,
and looked under his volvo
into the far dark.
Two canary eyes
leered.
Then,
slinking,
the canary eyes
moved.
And this cat
rubbed its body,
the length of its shivering spine
along my
small shins.
And that cat
followed me
in.
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 8:20 PM UTC
The cat
followed me
in the door
last muggy night.
on a return trip
from a beer run,
Kurt heard a yowl
as screaming as any hurt guitar,
and looked under his volvo
into the far dark.
Two canary eyes
leered.
Then,
slinking,
the canary eyes
moved.
And this cat
rubbed its body,
the length of its shivering spine
along my
small shins.
And that cat
followed me
in.
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