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	<title>Zócalo Public SquareOde to My Leopard Print Coat &#8211; Zócalo Public Square</title>
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		<title>Ode to My Leopard Print Coat</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 2021 07:01:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>by Carrie Etter</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Friday Poem]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[<p>If there must be<br /> winter at least<br /> I will wear this<br /> leopard print<br /> cape of a coat,<br /> thick faux fur<br /> smelling of dried<br /> jasmine and sweat,<br /> drawing friends near<br /> to stroke gingerly<br /> the animal of it.<br /> I leave it<br /> in a field,<br /> and it becomes<br /> a fox and her kits’<br /> most luxurious bed.<br /> I dangle<br /> raw meat,<br /> and a sound—<br /> part purr, part growl—<br /> rises from<br /> the plush.<br /> If I rest it<br /> on my lap, it coils<br /> fevering under<br /> my touch.<br /> Sometimes I<br /> finger its folds,<br /> pet it with<br /> a rare patience,<br /> and am sure<br /> it sighs.</p>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If there must be<br />
winter at least<br />
I will wear this<br />
leopard print<br />
cape of a coat,<br />
thick faux fur<br />
smelling of dried<br />
jasmine and sweat,<br />
drawing friends near<br />
to stroke gingerly<br />
the animal of it.<br />
I leave it<br />
in a field,<br />
and it becomes<br />
a fox and her kits’<br />
most luxurious bed.<br />
I dangle<br />
raw meat,<br />
and a sound—<br />
part purr, part growl—<br />
rises from<br />
the plush.<br />
If I rest it<br />
on my lap, it coils<br />
fevering under<br />
my touch.<br />
Sometimes I<br />
finger its folds,<br />
pet it with<br />
a rare patience,<br />
and am sure<br />
it sighs.</p>
<p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://legacy.zocalopublicsquare.org/2021/10/29/ode-to-my-leopard-print-coat/chronicles/poetry/">Ode to My Leopard Print Coat</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://legacy.zocalopublicsquare.org">Zócalo Public Square</a>.</p>
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