My cat in her second kittenhood
excitedly licks
the floor for titbits
that are not there,
the drive to live
pushes her focussed physique
from stove to sink to slab.
She is trying to taste
the vague being
from the flooring
as she slumps from space
to space
before her warped limbs
give out.
I pick her up
so she is able to subsist,
unconscious, as the life trickles
out of her bemused body
that I fondle
every night
and the first thing at cockcrow.
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