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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.

Back to BoundBy: Spring '24 (Edition #08)

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