The pulse rate slow gear
when clouds blink over
moon’s eyeball
it is the hour of the cat
what is seen
is heard first:
scuttle down the alley
or even the breath at 3am
close and opening
the throat that
sleeps through the dark
furred dreams
slipping across the
mind’s own eyelid.
or rabbit
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lovely, and the photo is perfect
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