The Cat Of The Evening

It goes into night

It survives the dusk
Does not pine
With
It
Remains
Indifferent

The cat
Goes
Up
A
Path
Up
The
Hill
Below
The
Village
Beckons
It
Be
Near
Midnight
Few
Lights
Are
Up
The
Others
have
been
put off.

But the cat is cunning.
There's cunning
In
Its
Eyes.
It
Will
Not
Hide
It.

Her tail wags behind
Her
Now
She
Regards
It
Indifferent
Too.
Too
Indifferent
Too
Too
The cat.
The cat of night

by Emmanuel George Cefai

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