MR. DUALITY
Every cat is a doppelganger.
The one he is on my lap,
the fierce one he dreams himself to be.
While jumping off the table
he arises from the jungle.
When landing on the floor
he's a ball of fur
waiting to be petted.
Mr. Duality slips
towards the water bowl.
He sees a gazelle sipping
at the edge of a muddy pond,
inhales the poor souls fear
beneath his grasping paw.
But the judgment in his claws
tears my indigo scarf
into wispy shreds,instead.
In his eyes
I see the twin running away.
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