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Jun 2016
He's a small black man
from Baltimore County
brings the witching hour
always craves a meal
or two.
Thomas.
Treads like Neruda's doves
on slippered feet.
Flicks his tail
and tales are told
the galaxies turn
Baltimore disappears
in the rear view mirror.

My man
my dark sprite
of hunger and thirst
first and best
Cat.
It's a love poem for a cat, isn't it?
Jeff Stier
Written by
Jeff Stier  Western Oregon
(Western Oregon)   
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