on my way back, there was a cat
he half stood, half sat
he was half-lounging, half alarmed
his fur looked attacked
His place was shoulder height,
So he kinda had his eyes on my level
So i stared at him.
He stared back.
He straightened his back.
He tried to hold his pride, i see
Maybe he lost in the cat-fight
So I acted scared when he hissed
Then i left and he didnt stop staring.
I hope i restored his dignity
Even a bit.
Even for a bit is okay.
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