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Souls
A poem by Robert Castagna
What egos we possess
to think we are the only ones
with souls.
And those that don’t believe
believe in money
so still all others
are beneath them.
My cat Giacomo says
the hubris comes from reading too much
and always looking in the mirror.
So he sits in the sun
with his eyes closed
feeling the warmth on his black fur
ignoring the birds chirping outside.
While my other cat
rushes to the window
her mouth half open
as if eating the soul of a bird.
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