was
raised by foxes
in the foraging dawn
now he throws bipolar jags
on
the
dusk window sill
&
disco naps at noon
blocking wardrobe access
~
he hams it up on the rug
prayer paws
&
big eyes
like he read up on wikihow
we let him off -
he was holy chosen
with a black cat nod
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