does the black cat cry at night?

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The freezing olivine eyes

Of the domesticated wild cat strikes

Silence that reverberates in circles

Around endless metal bars, hugging

The black cat back to its forced existence

We ask how it too cries

With the choices it made

You sit, the back of your thighs sticking,

Accumulating the inherited fear

Of hierarchy

The seamless black coat

Of the black cat rubs back and

Forth, back and forth,

Forward, then the closest it can be to

You, to dizzy you,

Itself unaware that even a predator can be envious

We ask how it too cries

With the choices it made

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