by Mary E. Lowd
March 12, 2021
Silky black
Like the night sky without stars
Or the depths of a cave without torches
The cat’s fur gleams
Wrapped in paper
Swaddled in cardboard
This wonderful package
Awaits
No uncertainty here
No experiment in quantum physics
Just a cat
In a box
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From the book: Some Words Burn Brightly: An Illuminated Collection of Poetry
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