Come round to visit
My spayed middle-aged kitty
Who isn’t interested in sex
So they leave their little puddles of lust
Like alms under her chair
The wild matriarch they homage
Her calm that seems beyond them
Caught in their fear
Of death as all animals are
Yet recognizing wisdom
When they see it
Poor supplicants
I join them
On my knees
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