I hear the white and grey cat
speak from the basement.
He is always asking questions.
I rarely have an answer.
He is like a zen master
in his way of open questions.
We will sit together on carpet
in a sliver of sunlight.
I am crosslegged, and he watches
me smile. His head tilts slightly.
Again, he is a question,
and this is the answer.
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