Cats slink back and forth
behind the glass door,
glimpsed from a corner
of my eye, unnoticed
by my dog. These daily
invaders parade past,
over the fence on one side,
passing freely like shadows,
taking a shortcut somewhere.
Back on the farm, the dog
used to walk herself
on inclement days of cold,
sun, or mosquito swarms,
taking the driveway
to the road, no shortcuts.
In the city, she walks me,
sometimes stopping to eat
a few olives or dried figs
from underneath a tree,
running from one yard
to the next, chasing smells,
probably left by cats.

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