For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God...
For by stroking of him I have found out electricity.
- from 'Jubilate Agno' by Christopher Smart
Forget Jeoffry.
Consider the Cat Oliver
asleep upon the journal's
leather, old ink and think
enclosed, weighted as
only Cat-weight weighs in
upon all things, pink-eared.
A Poem of Itself possessed,
Cat-self, He's but a winking
Dream only Paws may seize.
He speaks:
Please the dust in corners,
I'd rather nod.
Let others consider god.
I shall consider Me,
the better of the two,
furred things being best.
I shall not raise a tail to human
deity, that brute untamed,
clumsy, no sense of balance.
Rather, the human being is
My mastery. I have trained
some few of them well which
pleases Me and greatly them
though I shall appear indifferent
as I ever am.
Clever me.
I will the sun up and down,
daily annunciation of tin cans,
humming humans whose
voices are the softer for
My Presence, O bringest
thou me now the tuna.
And their laughter I patiently
endure. They think Me silly
but Trickster is an arse on purpose.
I take their picture with Mine.
Eternally.
But not now.
I repose.
Every moment is a pose,
each still gesture appears
insignificant, a supposition.
Consider.
Warren Falcon
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