a small cat
named blue
does not know
how to pussy foot
she dwindles
a cat step
dwindles near corners
and black dog hair
kicked by fire
in never to be seen basement
with monster kitten licken lizards
dwindles at the base of one
chair leg with handcuff
forgotten, when will
master learn?
saunter is not in blue
repertoire, love is food
stalk is love
dwindle is faux donder
as soon as she is older
we will dance about the living room
living lives with her tail curling
in time to nothing I can hear
We do need practice on our head moves
to please the judges
Andre’ taps his black tail
wagging all the way
in this fantasy of happy every
after every very very
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