You who knows her

ineffable name—


who made her black

and white and small—


who granted her

terpsichorean powers—


her unashamed felinity—

you looked at her and called her good


so why, when it was man

who fell, did they fall, too


put them in our broken hands

and they fall through


roses wither—so do we—

and therefore they


dominion is as much a curse

as thorny ground


for there is no vivat

no everlasting cat


but we sail on to heavyside

and in mercy they remain


One response »

  1. I’m so sorry about your precious Spot …

    “The mystical divinity
    Of unashamed felinity
    Round the cathedral rang ‘Vivat’
    Life to the everlasting cat”

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