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Tigger
by:
Jack Peachum
(1939- )
Guessing my gloom,
the old orange cat,
the warm smell of him–
arthritic, blind in one eye,
bitten by flea-devils,
he curls up beside me,
head-butting my arm for attention.
We are two elderly people
in a rainy afternoon.
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