No less liquid that her shadow

Cats no less liquid than their shadows

Offer no angles to the wind.

They slip, diminished, neat through loopholes

Less than themselves; will not be pinned

 

To rules or routes for journeys; counter

Attack with non-resistance; twist

Enticing through the curving fingers

And leave an angered empty fist.

 

They wait obsequious as darkness

Quick to retire, quick to return;

Admit no aim or ethics; flatter

With reservations; will not learn

 

To answer to their names; are seldom

Truly owned till shot or skinned.

Cats no less liquid than their shadows

Offer no angles to the wind.

 

- A. S. J. Tessimond

 

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Great texture by Ghostbones

 

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