The Cat
The cat,
Has cast away his coat.
For day clothes,
Hat, shirt, pants.
Pockets full to bring home,
Marbles, playing cards,
dirt from the grave.
A plate using his hand to move a fork around,
And wipe his face.
From the trees the orange fades away.
Back the cold white light.
Preparing for sleep he puts his clothes away.
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