Cats And Mats Poem by Tony Noon

They were conceptual of course.
Cats, mats, the whole shebang.
Metaphorical constructs designed
to teach the order of things.
Not real cats. Not mats you
yourself could sit on.

Now though, you have friends
or friends of friends
who see them and when you talk
in quiet corners you wonder
if maybe there really was a cat
and what the mat was made of.
You wonder why they were there.


You wonder most of all who hid
the facts behind the headline.


Tony Noon