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Wherever you are   (Protagoras, October 14, 2007)

Wherever you are little cat I hope you've found
A stone warm in summer sun to lie on
A sleepy giant in a soft bed to tread on
A hidden nest in the long grass to sleep in
Liver seared in butter, still bloody, to dine on
And a deep quiet grave
Like the one in your own wild garden

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