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The black cat is
oblivious to the
broken vase
It has just encouraged to
fall,
Nonchalant.
Borges would be
proud.
I smile as well,
at the
nonchalance
Just the slight quiver of her
tail
at the sound of the
crash.

She’s a brave cat,
this Salem.
She’s tiny.
She sleeps, dreaming, most of the time.
But sometimes–
usually at night,
in the dead
of night–
she leaves the big
double bed.

She walks, head high,
cautious but
careless,
into the living room
full
of dogs.

The dogs aren’t mean,
per say,
as a matter of course.

But they’re big
and
bumbling,
and curious.
They
try,
so hard,
To be
friends,
To play,
To include her
in their
fun.

So every once in a while,
she does.
She shares their space,
standing tall,
Shaking from tip to
tail.
Excited, anxious,
maybe a
bit shy.

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