My Name is Magic
Fickle human: the girl who named me adored me, left for
somewhere called Uni.
When she returned it was with a boy, whom she stroked and
kissed. They rolled together on the bed
where once I held court.
“Shoo, cat!” he said.
Later, I sourly marked where they had slept.
© Tim Scott
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