The Cat Is Not That
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There’s a fella I know.
He is noble.
He is kind.
He is silent.
He is still.
There’s a fella I know.
I mean to say, I know I don’t know.
He isn’t noble.
He isn’t kind.
These are my words, for him.
For this cat.
He is a cat.
He is not these words.
He sees beyond words,
He sees beyond worlds.
He is a cat.
He knows that words are the cages we attempt to trap meaning in.
He sees meaning and meaninglessness. He sees no difference.
He is a cat.
I call him grey.
I call him gray.
I call him content.
I call him graceful.
I call him Saki.
(its the name given him)
(though it's not his name)
He is a cat.
These words are for me, though seemingly given him.
He is a cat.
Out beyond ideas of word and meaning,
there is a field mouse.
“I’ll eat you there.”
He is a cat.
He is not that
that I call him.
He is a cat.
He is a cat.
I call him Saki.
Copyright © Stephe Watson | Year Posted 2018
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