Night and Day a Mystery
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My cat is twitching on my lap. His dreams
Are patent leather to my eyes, more black
Than death inside a universe that streams
With anti-matter only. On his back
He shows himself as calm tuxedo cat
Except he doesn’t wear a black bowtie.
His nightmare might be God is one huge rat
And worse than that Jesus is a sly
Tormentor as this Tom is with a mouse.
This morning when I could not come downstairs,
He came in howling, filling up my house
With urgency, with hidden cat affairs.
I thought he meant he’d brought a victim in.
If so, I found a guiltless feline grin.
~ Phillip Whidden