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At sunrise
In front of my house
A white cat went
(like a dog after its tail)
In circles

-the cars bypassed

I crossed the lawn
Into the street
Stepping in a pool of blood
Where she fell over,
Face like a murder

Sighing with grief
As she struggled to breath
I kneeled
To touch the soft
White remains
Of her mangled body

Till the sun sank and she was gone