Six in the morning, screen door sticks again Cat slips past my sneaker with a crooked grin Patrols the painted curb, tail swinging like a flag Checks every open gate and sniffs each paper bag Next door's little terrier starts barking through the fence Cat sits down inches off, cool without pretense I shake the treat tin; cat barely turns an ear Crosses through the alley; pigeons scatter clear
Clear that sidewalk, let the cat roll through Every gate swings open when the cat comes through
By noon the corner's crowded, everybody wants a look Cat claims the cracked flowerpot beside the takeout nook A delivery bike rolls close; cat takes one step ahead Rider brakes and laughs, then guides it round instead Those pigeons circle back, eyeing crumbs across the street Cat slides between the parked cars, quiet on those feet One quick leap, wings erupt; the corner comes alive Terrier quits barking, nose pressed hard against the wire
Clear that sidewalk, let the cat roll through Every gate swings open when the cat comes through
At sundown, cat heads home, dust clinging to those paws I hold the screen door wide; cat pauses by the door
Clear that sidewalk, let the cat roll through Every gate swings open when the cat comes through
Then strolls inside and claims the chair like always
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