enticed by the perfidious cat
it's much more fun outside
the fish prepared is grande echappe
his leap to paradise
alerted by the kitchen-clock
I persuaded him to stay
just swimming round and round and round
in his own especial way
there is nothing orbital about the cat
maybe the way his tail curves away
to nowhere much at all
or his eyes which have burned holes
in that chalk-white lunar face
reluctant time has fixed in place
above the clawmarks on the wall
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