Without knowing what
the outcome will be,
I place my hands on
my cat, for her healing.
When I look at her,
I think that I see
her face thin, sharpen.
I can feel the swelling
under her nipple.
How is it a cat
can get breast cancer?
But she's clearly feeling
lively as ever, free
of any pain yet.
(When she's lively, she's too fast for photos. I have to catch her resting.)
For the Poetic Asides bref double challenge.
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