Letting In

March 11, 2010

Combining thoughts about animal care with megalomania, here is a short poem.


I let the cat in early tonight

I gave the cat a touch

The cat is eating its food

Night drives in as I touch the cat

Night gives two nickels for the cat and me

Night is coming anyway

Night always comes and surprises the cat and me

The cat and I are forgetful

The cat is glad to be in I guess

I’m tired of letting cats in

I’m tired of night being a surprise

I want the cat to say thank you

I want night to send a calling card

I want control of the animal and planetary world.


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