Never exactly stealthy, all the more so on hardwood or linoleum
A ponderous thump after leaping off of anything
I knew right away when you were on the move, where you were headed, and how quickly
Your usual destination: me
A new home, a new cat
(The fluffy black one you were beginning to tolerate)
Her noises are different from yours
But in the dark night of half-sleep, they're close enough to startle
It takes a beat for me to realize
Too late, I wake, remembering
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