(second version)
He was a traveling cat. He raced
and slunk, padded and trotted, sleek
and balanced, tendons full of
future speed. He moved soundlessly
but for a hiss or a yowl now
and then, or a crazy crash,
never his fault. Yes, a
questing cat, moving from this to
that, from at to at, detecting
motion, smooth as lotion, reading
air, decoding sounds from
everywhere. Itinerant and
cool, self-possessed and freely
feline--leonine, nined up with lives,
purring worries, cagey but uncaged,
guileless and wise. Green eyes.
2020
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