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Dennis

CAT TALES

I want to curl up on the couch.
Smug, safe, a haughty purr.
A cat who knows her limits.
 
Tail flickers lightly.
Refined.
Consuming grace restrained.
 
Sashay down the corridor.
Stop. Stretch. Extending
dreams of the lioness
nestled in silky muff.
 
I see the red mouse winking
from the corner of my eye –
so it must be real.