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The abandoned cat goes home
The abandoned cat goes home
to where all the angles seem right,
the alignment of the stars,
the magnetic hum,
the pulses resolving
into a comfortable tone,
that suits the day and night,
the prowl and the closing
of fur-lidded eyes,
the curl of the paws,
the sniff of dusk and dawn.
It sits and waits for the shutters
to open on the familiar house,
mewing for the lonely,
the unknown, left alone, at home.
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