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My Cat Proudie

In the cosiness
of a full-length coat
she sits and stares,
stretches to the edge
of our brick fence,
turns
and faces the sun,
then flicks at the flies,
watches a passing moth
with half closed eyes,
ignores my greeting
and gentle pat...

But when shadows
of late afternoon lengthen
like cold grey fingers,
I hear a miaowing, a scratching,
and when I open the door
there on the mat
is my fat cat,
happy to twine around
and around my legs,
purr
and be gathered warmly
up into my arms.

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