She was sweet
At first
Cuddling in hoodie pockets
Purring on pillows
But then, she grew
To do great feats
Hiding
in plain sight
Atop a 10 foot armoire
Even to those she knew
Her meet and greet
Could be a hiss
Or bite
Or spit
Across space she flew
She was not neat
Sculptures, drapes broken and torn
Couches slashed
Plants toppled
And time, in time, took its payment due
Age and injury meet
Slowing days
And sleeping in the sun
purring on pillows
Until
At last
Peace.
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