a screech right outside of my living room at 1:30 in the morning


on the black garage roof
thrust into the sky by
the black garage walls all
covered in trees was
a single black cat. Solitary
on the roof top like
the last piece of ice at
the bottom of the glass which
I left inside as I ran
out the door the moment I
heard it. A single black cat
playing with the shivers
on my spine with his
viciously sorrowful night howls.
Dear big eyes,
I saw the reflection of you
looking at me in
the flashlight. Right
at me. How did you know
how alike
we are

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