Petting the Cat
My fingers crawl along the tabby’s landscape —
smooth leopard spots, tame tiger stripes.
Its purr sounds like the ripple of pages opening.
It gently claws the satin bookmark.
I’ve lost my place in the book,
the cat doesn’t care.
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