.

.

today I spoke only to a cat

even though she belongs to someone else

curiosity it seem is no substitute for a relationship

tomorrow I will speak to a human, vanity is instinctive in people

I will pick my language like a rose, and offer a garland of scented attentiveness

holding their gaze, I will be petted in an outpouring of adulation

I will be alone the next day, quietly observing

their solitary existence

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.

© Paul Nichol 2013

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