Little Bear

he purrs

a rumbling restless sound

his long black fur dusted

by the sandy dirt under the house

a stranger to me

his quiet and aloofness

the traditional trademarks of a cat

rescued as wee kitten in the bowels

of the night

chased by demon dogs intent on a kill

his sits on my lap now

injured in an unknown way

by car, by dog, by human, by cat

who knows

he cannot say

I soothe him without words

and he finds peace on a human

who does not move

but there is much to do

and so our moment of connectedness

ends

and we go our separate ways

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