a fat gray cat with a pink collar
sits in the green wicker chair
pissing off the squirrel in a tree
who curses in a foreign tongue
what snow was left melts away
displaying the winter-ravaged
yard, the naked soil,
the piney, prickly dead things
dried and broken
dust I am
dust I shal return
as sure as the snow will melt
the cat moves on
the squirrel descends
finds sustenance
among the dead.
ksaint
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