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The cat’s fur was wiry today
And more gray than I remember
I looked to the mirror
To examine the forming freckles on my skin
I smiled and thought
The earth is turning
And taking me with it
Can’t you turn faster
I asked
Spin me into withered leather
Don’t leave me behind
To watch my friend’s eyes
Form clouds and then sea glass
Her body moves cautiously now
Limbs are precious and few
Tonight she sleeps in my lap
I feel her changing coat under my fingers