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Cat Scat

 I am watching Cleo listening, our cat
listening to Mozart's Magic Flute.
What can she be hearing? What can the air carry into her ears like that, her ears swivelling like radio dishes that are tuned to all the noise of the world, flat and sharp, high and low, a scramble of this and that she can decode like nobody's business, acrobat of random airs as she is? Although of course a bat is better at it, sifting out of its acoustic habitat the sound of the very shape of things automat- ically-- and on the wing, at that.
The Magic Flute! What a joy it is, I feel, and wonder (to the end this little scat) doe , or can, the cat.

Poem by Eamon Grennan
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