Page 13 - The Gluckman Occasional Number One
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Selections from The Cat Observed
Domesticated predators,
The cat and I relax indoors,
Recalling how we raked them raw:
Mine with words, hers with fang and claw.
A woman learns to move with grace,
And paint huge eyes upon her face;
Then--in the furriest of capes—
Looks as good as the cat she apes.
No bones about the lazy cat:
She lies there limp and loose and flat;
Asleep, you think—if you miss a
Very vigilant vibrissa.
I know the cat’s been eating bugs
And chewing on the bathroom rugs,
Ignoring no disgusting place—
And yet I let it lick my face.
