Day Eleven
Lucky
She saw spirit cats
All 'round
Little phantom
Paw pads, fleet
and
Wafting
Will-O'-Wisp tails.
She saw. Spirit cats
Caught the
lick of light
Keen and
Slipping inky midnight
'Round her ankle
How the garden here was quiet.
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