the wait

The cat who resembles an orange moon was missing for more than twenty four hours. I was sure he was dead in one of the piles of leaves surrounding the house, but then he appeared, from around the corner, when we called for him, and I thought it was a dream. Who comes when you call them anymore? I was so tired after that. It felt like so much of the day.

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