I am a cat (blue)
- in my ninth life.
I belong to no one,
Not even to myself.
I purr,
I mew.
I stretch and scratch.
I am curious
- and always just a little bit scared.
At first your lap was comfortable,
And your soothing stroke
Soft and gentle.
But your lap grew tired,
and you wanted to change
(position?),
and your petting got more familiar
and possessive
- and yet you wonder
why I broke free
To run -
and sleep
in the clothes’ basket,
I am a cat.
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