I confess to the white and black cat
-Who was purring in my lap an hour earlier
-Who was king of all he surveyed-Doing as he pleased on the lanai
-Posing and posturing
-Making the big brown dog shake.
But now, you crouch and cower and shy
Strung taut like a guitar string
-Out near the corn patch
-Where your claw is only one of many
-Where no one or nothing shrinks willingly
-But instead fights or flees
-Here on wild neutral grounds
I’m not sure you even recognize me
As we both search our way through
The tall grasses of fear and trepidation.
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