Kitty sits arrested on the fence,

paused like stone between the either-way

of going right toward forest trees and manse

or left as far as empty fields can say.

Now one may wonder how a single cat

who’s busiest moments doze in lazy sleep,

would ever need to plan just where he’s at

or ponder long in solitary deep.

But those who’ve not yet reached the turning place

where yeah or nay hang on your refuse

cannot weight the weight or rightly trace

the vital moment of the path you choose.

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