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Feline Impressions

Brothers’ bodies stretch warm and close;
Grey, scratchy ground is hard and cold.
The Man that Hurts is watching us;
With Stinging Sticks, weak meat is bold.

White bones, straw with Death Smell lingering
But old since three days' sleep ago.
Growl, like my growl, from brothers’ hunger
Hunger, empty, hunger grows!

Sisters’ eyes make glowing circles
Suns in Night that Never Passes.
Sleepingtime brings dreaming, growling,
Stalking Running Meat through grasses.

Ears flick up to touch the darkness
Nostrils chase a New Man smell.
It’s young, and live, and very scared.
Its paws are soft; an easy kill.

Strong nails for ripping pad a circle
Sisters prowl while Brothers yawn.
His scent is keen, the blood lust rising,
Just one swipe – but hunger’s gone.

New Man raises paws to blackness
We brush our fur to slippery skin.
Strange Man, no whip, no whine, no hurt.
Nostrils, quivering, probe again.

New scent, bad scent, we ignore him.
Hunger gone, it’s Sleepingtime.
White bones, dry straw, no more death smell
Brothers’ warm fur next to mine.

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