I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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9 April 2011

Torturing the Cats

I sneak up on them,
pounce on her at breakfast
him while sleeping.

A quick squirt of anti-flea
on the back of the neck.
Triumph! They hardly react.

What, no fierce resistance
of hiss and threatening claw?
No agonised screeching?

No over-the-shoulder glares?
No silent stares of reproach?
I’ve lost my Bad Mother badge.


(This is not part of the 30-Day Letter Challenge.)

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