He was just outside and his paws
are still cold. His look is an accusation.
It's the second week of November
and there's snow on the ground.
He carries his judgement
in front of the heater vent
and I feel unnecessarily guilty.
He has a bath as he warms himself
and his accusation softens.
Now he is looking at me again.
He wants to go back outside.
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