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Long, white face, lace, and green eyes
at the window. Her dreams play cat and mouse
with the dark. The antique clock sighs:
tick tock, tick tock. Old maid’s house.
Prim cat shapes. They fill her rooms,
her life. She feeds at saucers. The glooms
pounce! The clock runs down. Death scats!
How quickly scattered, Aunt Kate’s cats.