plaintive insistant
your cries come from outside the door
a calling
reverse siren
“I belong inside
after
being outside all night
the cold air like a blanket of teeth”
I let you in and you slink quickly to the food dish
eating a few bites
and then find a place to lick and preen
you come to me for some touch
“let me know that you are still my friend”
my hand drops and pets
and scratches
unreplacable
luxurious
living
warm
supple
smooth
delicious
downy
fur
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