ready to spread
my wings
i am at the
mercy
of the cat.
will he take
the higher ground,
content with
unhunted sustenance?
or will my twitch
itch his featherhairs
enough to make me
entrèe?
he crouches lower,
i am a statue.
he makes that
clicking sound,
i am stone.
we share a
heartbeat
as the sky around us
darkens,
this is it.
and then the
blessing of a
dog barking
releases me from
a cruel twist
of fate.
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