You beat the night off your claws and fit fur one hair to the other like a woven thing but sinew.

The trembling purr is a decoy.

The eye in the face a warning.

Win all the fights with your white toothed fang monster impression.

Take all the girls with your arching quick tail fling.

You banish the tremor

and kill with decisions.

One to the next minutes are kittens that need you and need you until you leave them

to slink dark thing of the dark along the walks you know and knew and that know you

and the way you can fall

bashing up time with the softest foot falls.


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