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Black Cats, Salem, Massachusetts |
| THE STRAY CAT Ellin Anderson I’ll never know why you’re the way you are, And I can never make you understand Why I should fear the door that’s left ajar; Yet we both run from an extended hand, And train our ears to search for enemies. Generous power, that dictates from above Whether we’re left to slowly starve and freeze, Whether we’ll burn as kindling, or with love, Give us this day. My kitten, I can smile Into your gentle saucer eyes, and see My face in opal fire, and know that while You think I’m holding you, you're holding me In a cat’s cradle, threads of love that twine Between your little wound-up heart and mine. |
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