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Cat paw swipes, claws extended and
The little boys’ lives are nearly ended.
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His hands are tiny, true enough, but they’re as long and strong as needed to get the job done; it’s just past midnight, and Sylvia would be fast asleep and curled snug against Lorelai’s backside, thus no one to foil his plan.
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Early September AM
I yawn and stretch, displacing the kitty wedged against my hip;
He’s clever enough to patiently pad a circle as I settle,
Draping himself over the valley of my belly when I finally lie on my side.
I’d left the shades open
When the first wave of rain blew through,
Reconsidering that the open window would fail to balance the lingering humidity.
I long for the freedom of cooler air, a lower dewpoint.
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We are clearly well beyond the summer solstice as the light has changed to the crisper blue that contrasts so well with ripening pumpkins, while a brisk late morning walk continues to pool sweat in the lower back’s hollow and between one’s breasts.
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Sunset had yielded to evening, and Esme sat in a comfortable chair by the scrying pool, hands resting gently over Cat who had draped himself over her lap, his purrs interrupted by tiny snores and the occasional alert pose as he spotted something at the edge of the woods that she did not; they had been sitting together like that for hours.
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“They’re way behind schedule,” Babette peers up at her sister, Esme, from the depths of the scrying pool, adding “Winter comes down hard in this part of the forest, and my two familiars haven’t been by to update their progress on leading Lenore and Jack through the woods.”
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Cat sits comfortably curled about himself in the square of Autumn sun, his tiny snore and twitching legs causing a greater swirl of dust motes that dance and dream and foretell of future hunts.
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