I cannot howl
like a lovesick Tom
outside your window
late at night
but I can prowl
around your life
and watch and wait
and bide my time
till I can make
my furtive dash
to steal those scraps
that you set down
see the flash
of fur escape
melt into darkness
ready to rebound.
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