Take-Outs Poem by robert dickerson

A small, gilded cat crouches on its haunches
Black button eyes blankly watch us over
Darkling whiskers etched on a puss so clever
Thin, painted-red-inside ears arch above
The color of your own, sunlight shot through;
A scarlet ribbon gleams about the collar
A lettuce green bib, neatly diamond-studded
Right paw clutching an escrutcheon, a-scrawl
With radicals. Left in continuous swivel, giving
High-fives, or are those rabbit punches? All
On a little podium. Back where they noisil-
Y scrape the grease, shark-like odors roam
The air, join, spawn sidelong: chow mein,
To take home, whilst I waited, 'mildly abashed'.