The Black Cat
This afternoon
the black cat
warmed himself
in a sunny part of
the garden
where sunflowers
had been planted
and harvested.
He rolled on his
back
in a patch of
catnip
planted for him
between the sunflowers
and when he
finished …
waited for the
birds
who would come for
the seed I put out.
He does it only
when the sun shines;
he's never caught
anything
and if I didn't
feed him he'd starve
and he's not
ashamed...
he thinks that's
how it should be
and I agree.
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