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(For a stray cat I adopted)

Stalking moles like big game
in the Serengeti,
you are hunter and angel,
killer and the softest of souls.

Always posing, you lovable
ego-maniac,
your fairy-sized thunder
on my lap
as I embrace the lion,
now reduced to a whipped-cream
ninja in my arms,
is a cure for this
chain of days
that makes me feel like
your trophy prey
in a makeshift, plastic
paradise we accept like
lobotomized cadets . . .

marching, marching always
in a bubble of pain

and marching still.

Thank you for showing up,
my Atlas to a world
unhinged and falling.

Thank you for being the
kindest light between
the rocks.

I will serve with respect.

I am honored to be your
faithful human.

Patricia Joan Jones