Am I a Cat?
this label will follow me from birth to old age
Pigs have their pens, birds have their nests
I have the bustle of the city
Look, I glance back with a smile
that seems almost like spring blossom
sending up little puffs of white fur
The eaves are my kingdom
hung all over with humanity’s bras
some large, some small —
yet not one of them fit to touch my fur
Look at my long flowing coat
brighter even than moonlight
even if I transformed into an immortal
people would still just call me a cat demon
Am I a cat?
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