THE LOST BLACK CAT
The neighborhood is lost without you
Neighbors search for you in vain
I glimpse your presence in the shadows
But am afraid to utter the same
The rise and fall of your pupils
Mirroring the constant flutter of leaves
And curves of branches in silhouette bent
And moments of silence in the soft tread of paws
The woods, it seems, were a vast absence
Until they conformed to your shape
Tired of their quest, the neighbors retire
But I am left staring at your eyes
And the wind still whispers your name
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