CAT-SCRATCH MORNING

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CAT-SCRATCH MORNING

A fat gray cat, crouched on a cloud,
licks from a dust bowl in the sky.

Lightning spills like milk waiting
For a rough tongue, licking.

A giant cat-tail swishes, brushing
the firmament while a coughed-up,

fur-ball rolls like a tumbleweed.
across heaven’s highway.

The sound of a cat-scratching can be heard
in the deep throats of wind and thunder.

© Alice Parris

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