MY CAT PLAYS THE MANDOLINby Jeff Seffinga, Ontario, Canada
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she watches my fingers strut and stumble tones struck whether muffled or clear flutter she sits intent but unmoving as if posing the instrument set aside lies on a low table almost unbreathing and holy before a high altar in the night I know she makes love to the mandolin in the morning it wears no cat hair, only the glow
of a well-used instrument, well-satisfied |
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