Likes to claw my chest
And curl and purr
Together we watch
A white feather drift down
To the newly-seeded ground
And notice the air is full
Of tiny feathery things
Sailing in and out of the sun
She will only let me pet her head
And only with my left hand
She doesn’t want her wildness cured
She forces me to sit still
And give up everything for her
To watch the feathers fall
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