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Bedside
He found it by
the bed,
a green enamel
cat
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which,
grinning, sat
beneath the lamp, coat specked with gilt,
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its
head
cocked slyly
toward the quilt.
She said it was
a whim,
she didn't even
know
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what
made it so
attractive, but she'd bought it quick.
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For
him.
A striking,
silly pick.
They've grown
to see it as
a charm that's
helped them weather
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the
years together:
familiar, comforting, nearby.
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It
has.
But only one
knows why.
Max Gutmann
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Max Gutmann would be
pleased to hear them.
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