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The Cat I Broke And Who Fixed Me

She watches beside me,
Anticipating movements
Not yet made, but made
Before. Her head follows
Her eyes, widened by my
Returned stares; she
Pops as the jack, paws
In walk & rump raised,
Tiring of the silence and
Knowing I will welcome her.

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