the fish dances around the cat’s sternum
shakes ribs with its five-pronged fins
not an animated gill out of place

I turn off the TV
it’s raining outside but I walk out anyway

I look across
to a bird sheltered by a bush
preening itself

the asphalt mirror between us
broken only by raindrops

& a small tuft of hair
from the final remaining smudge of roadkill

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