Felis, Observer
I abjure disturbance,
noise, the relocation of a chair.
Here is a battle between God and
Angels, and there is much throwing down.
Everything that moves, that is smaller
than me, I attack
...I cannot speak
for God. She can imitate my voice
but can't make sense with it. Nor
can She right herself in mid-air. Still,
God is my comfort, in the evenings,
before my urges rise.
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