And still aloof

So the cat

Looks at the fire and

The woven wicker basket,

An echo from the past

Slightly frayed and dusty

With logs too new

Damp and possibly

Woodworm rotting,

Then distracted momentarily

With small spider,

Stretches

Crawl stretches

And shifts to another place

Still cat

Still fire gazing

And still aloof.

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