Writing exercise #2

I see her silhouette on the street right in front of my house and I am spooked
From a far I can only see the outlines of her slender body and jet-black hair
She sees me too but doesn’t move a bit, why are you there, why wait
I thread carefully forward and trying to focus on you, with sun in my eyes

I think of someone else, and kick a little stone on the road to make a noise
Why are you there, why wait further, I move in closer and don’t change course
My neighbor’s black, sleek mysterious cat decides to move slowly under my car 
She marked her territory, didn’t flinch, and now I am her subject, on my own turf

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