Scottish fold cat Roly

His snow white skin cut from a well-loved tee is worn so thin, he could not hide what’s inside him.

He fears what others think of his thinking and feel of his feelings.

His head swelled with worries.

One day, with his stumpy legs on the pavement but eyes on his memories, he tripped.

He rolled.

As his cylindrical body gained momentum on the social distanced street, the world reveals itself to be an ever changing kaleidoscope, thoughts come and go, Roly remains Roly.
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