Cats in and out each with their individual meow
grow tiresome running under the groan of the garage door.
something inside them is frantic like me-
a stuck emotion or unexpressed desire
to be out in the cold rain pellets
asleep and unconscious
Their cool damp fur stuck with thistles
the horses beg for thirds and look wildly into the wet woods.
I am not so different
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