"Don't lick your stitches,"
I sigh, firm as if you understand me,
sweet like a best friend would,
but you are cat.
Long-bodied, stretched
and slender tail, white sleek fur,
the golden eyes stare me down
wise and fierce.
It is me who needs chiding,
it is me who is student
grasping to know you
but I don't.
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