Cats Poem by Leslie Philibert

Cats



It is night
but there are lights
to show that veins are open.
Houses are trapped in amber
and the darkness is full of cats
that are nothing apart from

eyes beside laurel
and hot breath on my neck.

You stop before you enter
and look from side to side.
You risk leaving the rained street.

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