From the cat’s blue water bowl
So grateful he follows me around
I see he’s lost one of his jumping legs
Can only skitter across the floor
Though he’s kept his basic persistence
I wonder how he got into the bowl
As if some bomb propelled him there
Taking his leg as token
Some piecemeal resurrection
Of the leaping that brought him here
Surrendered at my feet
Only when love’s complete
Can it be happy
He still sings
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