Cat
A tiger-coloured cat sits
with a smile on her face
that only comes from secret
knowledge. Scattered around
her are many white feathers
and the cockatoo is missing.
Like me, he is now formless,
a ghost, and the accusations
fly but do you blame the cat
for being true to its nature?
Or do you blame yourself
for leaving the cage open?
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