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Feline Dream
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Winter comes like a blank page
dropping over the city.
Houses glow in
T.V. light,
dulled and eerier.
Somewhere my mind has lost itself,
trekking through this burning time.
I see the eyes of animals in every place.
I see a kestrel cribbed in the sky, beating
against clouds and taunting crows.
I do not know what I am:
I live the nights through like a cat,
soothed by poetry
and the moon-white
fury
of solitude
under stones.
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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “Madness Muse Press LLC” May 2018
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