All summer long the cat sheds her coat
She doesn't like when I call her mine
Or when I think I know her name
But I'm the one who has to go around
Picking up tufts of hair for months
Until finally come October
She's back to skinny and svelte
Like the first day we met
Just as the cold nights of November
Begin to fill her with regret
She ever discarded that cozy pelt
And must start to knit another
She stares at me with life in her eyes
And dares me to explain it
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