The mouse skitters across the floor,
claws clicking across tiles -- the sound
an echo of older fears. Once, I would
have leapt up at the sound, even swore.
Now I have Cat, who finally kills
them, no longer stuck with some
Garfield complex; not they are undone:
It runs some more, then is still.
Even old, my cat still hunts well,
though he is no longer Buddhist
he is no neutered as well, maybe that is
what changed him, but he'll never tell.
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