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Sister Cat

 Cat stands at the fridge,
Cries loudly for milk.
But I've filled her bowl.
Wild cat, I say, Sister, Look, you have milk.
I clink my fingernail Against the rim.
Milk.
With down and liver, A word I know she hears.
Her sad miaow.
She runs To me.
She dips In her whiskers but Doesn't drink.
As sometimes I want the light on When it is on.
Or when I saw the woman walking toward my house and I thought there's Frances.
Then looked in the car mirror To be sure.
She stalks The room.
She wants.
Milk Beyond milk.
World beyond This one, she cries.

Poem by Frances Mayes
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