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The cat is speaking to me
in a kind of mewing singsong English
…it sounds like a plea.
Though I do not understand every word
I am inclined to grant consideration.
It may be no more complicated
than an empty bowl
something we cry over across species.

Historically this is what happens
when we stop being hunters and gatherers.
Agriculture changes everything.
Soon enough we have mortgages and microwaves.
For some a shining city on a hill
for others an air-conditioned nightmare.
The cat is better off without language
…voice is for asking teeth are for taking.