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Sometime during this first cool night

the cat jumped on our bed to warm herself.

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Early light whitens the rumpled sheet,

touches the silky sleeping fur.

Spine curled, her long legs gather

to a loose bunch of pink mottled toes.

Over shoulder, rib cage, haunch,

the variegated fur stirs with her breath

like wind on tan grassed hills.

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And the sooty velvet of her tucked throat

holds autumn's ember.

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