Preparing for bed, I hear
the small cat noises I'm used to,
brief conversational murmurs
or a soft greeting.
But he's outside
and out of earshot,
my old black cat.
So I know
which little ghost greets me
from her favourite spot
from her favourite spot
nearby.
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