Sunday, December 25, 2016

Cat Knowledge

I fed the cat and shimmied out the door,
Suspecting there was danger in the air.
I met a man with no nose on the stair
Eating a green pear and an apple core,
And on the sidewalk, trying to restore
The balance of the urban landscape there,
A woman with black eyes and purple hair
Fed squirrels, munched on hazelnuts, and swore.

We all love squirrels, but the atmosphere
Has grown oppressive now. I turned and spat:
The woman looked a little like a bat,
The man with no nose may have had no ear,
And we were all controlled by spite and fear.
It might be too late now. Just ask the cat.


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