Song of Cats


Poeberry yodel, take me I'm yours,
gentle avalance of household items under innocent
kitty feet
while yearning for your outside love (and hissing
at your kittens).

Nice Kitty bubblegum insists
impatiently, NAAAOU, so nasal she's approaching French,
missing and landing in Siam.
She never calls unless she is in desperate need of
exiting the house or crawling up my lap to demand,
demand, demand.

Miaou, cat named for the sound she never makes..
She deserves an honorary mouse award.
Her utterances are in fear and sometimes out of lust,
but her vocal cords sound as though she's never
quite learned to use them..
A rusty squeak, worthy of a people's animalized eek--but unworthy of cat.

Four kittens silent, whiskers moving without words.
One kitten like Poe, wrapping around legs.
Five kittens standing together
with their tails twisting together
and little teeth, little mouths opening for the world
trying to make communication with one voice.

Calvin, Calvin, my little scared tomcat,
unusually small and white and always cool to the touch,
you have retained your small kitten laugh.

The best kind of discussion about the Russian space station
by the educated Francis Marion (Boo Boo).
We read the same books, magazines, and had the best discussions
when I needed a friend.
He made no noise when he died;
a dearth of noise I shall miss forever.


Issue 12:
Introduction
Her Wounds Were So Admired
Generic Name
Quotes
Song of Cats
Pine Street
When The Heat Wave Broke
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