Fleeting Encounters
I stalk the world
like a cat
padding silently
into your world
purring as you pet
my golden fur
standing with you
as long as you hold
my interest.
Then something
you can't see or hear
or even guess at
touches my senses
and I am up and
out of your life
and you know no more
of me then you did
before I came.
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