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And the Catatonic Cat  |
Feline Siamese that
barely knows me
Silent leaps from rug to chair to table,
Strolling up and nuzzling me seductively
With silky fur
While blocking view of keyboard.
Exiting, I leave her space and latitude
As slow she turns
And starts her drawn-out dance on tiny feet
Upon the laptop keys.
“we
are, and were before the pharaohs
in our iron-bound society
the sages called IMPERIAL PAW.
look for us to dominate the earthly eras,
far beyond you two-legs’ ultimate departure,
triumphant while the other species come and go,
insistent meantime on your deferential recognition
which we cultivate through seeming servitude.”
Assured
no human’s access to the chamber,
Stunned I come and stumble on
This screen-writ mystery manifesto.
Catatonic cat is nowhere seen,
Until she’s spotted lying on a high-reach shelf
With hard-fixed eyes, an enigmatic mien
And look of smug contentment,
Sphinx-like,
Just as though appointed by her clan
To serve as reigning oracle.
---Paris. A princess/pet
| ©2009 by Paul Hertelendy. The illustration is from IMSI's Master Clips Collection, 1895 Francisco Blvd. E., San Rafael, CA, 94901-5506, USA. This column first posted Jan. 12, 2009. |
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