Games Cat

is chasing for toy,

dangling for toys.

Playmate must be me!

Solution one: there’s 

miaow. A try. Maybe even

(soon) me-against rubs.

Door. To - it - from: circles.

Chair (my): around she prowls.

Myself, I won’t risk the Her.

(Health / ill conflict ... as

food would relieve it too.)

I think she’s me-like.

She thinks me her-like.

Outside’s wet. It is.
Bored is She.

Although people enjoyed my recent poem Cat Games (because many people love cats) I myself soon came to the conclusion it was banal and boring. Under the influence of Carmen Giménez Smith's chapter, 'An Exercise in Derangement' in the book WINGBEATS II, I wrote it out backwards (incorporating two photo captions from that earlier post) and needed very few further changes to arrive at what I hope is a more dynamic poem.