The cat scrapes the ledge. Claws get blunted. No mark on the concrete.
The cat meows. A baby’s cry. New mothers go looking in cribs.
The cat runs after a ball of wool. It unspools. Winter will be cold.
The cat watches through green eyes. Spring leaves fall. Eyes turn into autumn.
The cat has stripes. Mistaken for a little tiger. Lives with shadows of the cage bars.
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