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Looking Down
The cats
were so used to
looking up. They
hunched on their bellies
.
like hairy doormats
and their eyes turned
like those of animated
bedrom slippers.
.
So high I stood,
all of my 5 foot 3.
Feeling the pain
of back cramps, I
.
bend to feed them,
wild animals
somehow brought servile
into my tenderness.
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