#388 - catbook

 

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catbook

 

found myself from here to a blog

where… (may I confide?)

the herding of cats is a tragical matter

 

they land on someone else’s feet

invariable rule (I mean always)

like the lives…

as many clouds as heavens up

so that they could be time lords

(your Cleopatra’s were Mehitabel)

queenly as

have you seen them breathless, bumbling?

proof there could be heart

 

to always sphinx and riddle

(pub haunted)

 

for I will consider their madness mine

 

how many rooms will the one cat swing?

it is the political animal

they worship a ball of fur

they choke down cheese for a mouse

 

cats are allergic to community

only breed by lust

or laxly

as in habit on heat

then this many milking

 

soundlessly they crawl over the keys

pounce, picture their dinner too

on catbook

(fearful a certain kind of remark)

 

scatter of scat to show

they are wonders

evolution proof

we have made them litter

and bestow the bowl

 

dinosaurs never knew

how precious the tribe of tiger

 

smaller and slink you’d think

but no, the cats are evermore

 

we herd them like the stars above

in that their trappings all ermine far

 

play with prey

 

wrap round the legs

you’ll get a shock

 

cats are static

too lazy to growl

 

the wild is not enough for them

they will get the tongue got

 

are all maw for sport

 

damage they do to possum world

and bird

just a chase of kitten twine!

elegant at kill!

and kid ourselves at bidding

come when called

 

have their own channel now

o cute o cute

though they look all the same undressed

and some cannot retract, resile

 

consider your cat companion

where?

and how Dick was outwhitted

 

it’s a cat does

haughty proud

who doesn’t love that devil may care?

whose familiar?

 

cat and moon

get mousey

 

we bring dinner down to their level

 

their yoga is only to mock us

may look at a king and just laugh