Kitten With A Mirror

There is a Cat in the Glass and its looking right at me.
I hiss at it and try to look behind but its just never there.
I stand high up to match his paws. That cat must surely
see how very important that finding him can be.
He sort of looks familiar and always seems to change.
That kitten in the mirror is such a pest to me.

by Joyce N.Santos

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