scratching wakes me, must be
the cat, yet strange space looms
it’s the back door open, it’s dark space
our house open to the rest of the night
I’m standing now, my heart all thumps
I step into pants, wrestle a shirt, walk
to the threshold, why’s the door open?
is someone here? has the cat escaped?
I find a light, the sleepy puzzled cat
studies me from the hall, she sees
more than I do, if a stranger came here
she’d wake before me, she’d run & hide
daily she begs to go out in the real world
I tell her no, it’s not safe, yet tonight
while I sleep, keen to be with us
a wind & a world push their way inside
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