Autumn Haiku to My Cat

A graphic of a red oak leafDearest companion

of silent sunlit hours

changing coats,

again

A tiger torty cat sits in a bed with a large pile of cat hair in front of her looking at the canera, while a voice bubble from offscreen asks "Do you really need a new coat every year? Can't you just wear the same one you had last year?"

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