Where Is My Cat !
‘ Look at me ‘ said the full moon, -
‘ no moths circle my light
though they circle the lamp above you !
If you are patient for a while
I shall move a little - round the corner,
along the gully where the mouse hugs the wall,
follow it to the drain where Pushkin waits,
contrary to his predilection.
Sheet his black, stalking form
to portray him as the monster that he is
pouncing to prevent life, -
life my light would dim and die for ;
do you see him now, running to you
having cleared beyond your sight
the lowly life that feeds upon your waste,
ready to be fondled now for his nature ;
I will see you both tomorrow night -
phasing out ‘.
Copyright © Roy Austin | Year Posted 2008
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