A Cat Named Dude
He doesn't like the mirror game
sliding in from the side
my eyes wide - dramatic
his trying not to see
the ghosts in the glass.
Fighting with my hand
is more to his tastes.
I call him what I would
if he had no name. He knows
names mean nothing.
Our names are reflections
in mirrors.
I wonder what he calls me.
Poetry by kyew
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Written on 2007-03-02 at 04:41




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