#1267 - cats of Dombóvár

 

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cats of Dombóvár

 

cats go everywhere

they’re all slink

like a guilty secret

 

‘here comes conscience’

 

none of this

‘my country, right or wrong’

 

there never was a cat called Rex

do they carry documents?

 

if convenient of course

 

they are refugees

in flagrante delicto

 

sneak borders past

 

they are perhaps our silence, cats

hard to get a clear shot

 

fence nothing to go under

they would climb out of a zoo

 

cats unannounced mischief

 

are at a stretch – little yogis

 

you think they’re always sleeping

but their works are manifold

 

make miniature

 

static to stroke

 

cats are electric familiars

do various cartoon tricks

 

it’s how we measure a room

and the dead bounce

fall always to feet

 

none of these jokes are funny to cats

they’re sensitive you know

 

they’re cool

 

little sandpaper tongues

 

cats caucus and pivot

 

after all, a minority

just on account of size

 

times you wouldn’t know there were cats in the town

and it is true that some are kept

 

under the ladder to black the night

it’s rarely one thinks of their pelts

 

every hundred years they are expelled

 

they have cultivated

a nervous quiet

 

cat might squeal

 

have you ever trusted?

 

a sling of fur and whisker

lick their kittens well

 

scruff them when stiff necked 

and some grow alley tough

and some

 

if there’s cream

they’ll get it