I chase away the strange young cat
behind my car, so I won’t run it over.
It dives underneath! I shout and thump
until it darts further, crouching big-eyed
under a sparse bush on next-door’s lawn.
Are you lost, little one? I can’t help. Can’t stop,
can’t be late. And if I took you in, my Poppi
would grow fierce and attack. I think you look
well enough, but slender. I drive away, calling
on Bast to protect you and lead you home.
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