She Is Nothing

A poem I wrote today for my cat, Stella.

SHE IS NOTHING

She is nothing but
a silent witness in the dark,
with laser eyes
bright like stars.

She is nothing but
a scratch in the flesh
and an African instinct,
hunting us down.

She is nothing but
a clown
dancing with ghosts,
jumping around.

She is nothing but
a chirping sound,
smashing against windows,
freaking out.

She is nothing but
a bundle of fur, purr, and meow,
a shy friend
reaching out.

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