Master of the wide-eyed stare ...
Silken; soft -- with sickles, ten:
Will he shred? The question's when?!
Curled in slumber in his lair --
My pillows and his long-shed hair...
Five minutes on my lap and then
Without a glance he's gone again.
(Remembering Bagheera, who left us close to eight years ago, and who is on my mind...)
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