Tabby in the sunlight stares
while I fix my eyes, watching him
watch, alert to any stirring that would
ensure life is present– a whisker, a whisper,
anything to reveal even one breath of sure
thing in spite of what he sees.
I wait, too, for that subtle unfolding.

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