the noon sun carpeted the floor inside, spilling
onto the stairs like water
eventually reaching his feet as shadows

stood leaning against the windows, stressed
sorrowing the death of his kitten
whose name flushed his mind in regret, even
his mother wasn’t spared

noon became dusk, the calls of prayer
echoing across the square pulled him
his heart languishing on the road, wondering
why this pain pierces suddenly, hoping
that the day would become better –

– fast broken, the evening clanked with tea
and dates poised with bees, he looked
in the corner and found an old cat, licking
rotting wounds, its eyes
for an end


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