The tail of the thin cat

It is two in the morning,
and the toik toik echo
of dripping water
seems conversational.

Whisper-hisses ask,
in fancy,
~How long is a piece of string~
~When will withdrawal end~
~In what manner will I die, and when~

Good to the last drop.
Stay with the thin cat.
She can tell.

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