Her head, whether alert or
resting, is sensitive to walls and fence lines. Eyes, watchful at an instant, lead
her body movement through coming times. Eats well. April tiptoes through August
before the rains. Her back is a straight line via the garden, a hillside
waiting for the door to open, an eternal curve asleep. Ribcage balances before
she pounces. Later she is the image of indifference, cleaning paws with tongue.
Immaculate coat! Her tail is all manner of emotion, happy high or quivering; twice
its size at sight of a tom, or coming of thunder, as thunder will, soon.
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