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Wrote this poem while taking care of a friend's cat last summer... (I actually watched him drink water, but milk seemed more poetic.)
Communi-cat-ion
A Small Grey Cat
Quirks his tail into a question
Mark, and his
Ears, like apostrophes,
Prick up at the sound
of the refrigerator door.
Smooth fur, underlined
By stylish stripes
Parenthesized around
A long lean body
Flows in italicized motion
On four quotation-mark paws
And pupils, like slanted
Black dashes, in
Hyphenated eyes
Lock onto me.
A pink-comma tongue
Curls into the milk, leaving
Small period-dots of white
On his grey-furred chin.
I watch, and decide
(after years of research
and careful thought)
It would be so very simple
To replace punctuation
with Small Grey Cats.
Communi-cat-ion
A Small Grey Cat
Quirks his tail into a question
Mark, and his
Ears, like apostrophes,
Prick up at the sound
of the refrigerator door.
Smooth fur, underlined
By stylish stripes
Parenthesized around
A long lean body
Flows in italicized motion
On four quotation-mark paws
And pupils, like slanted
Black dashes, in
Hyphenated eyes
Lock onto me.
A pink-comma tongue
Curls into the milk, leaving
Small period-dots of white
On his grey-furred chin.
I watch, and decide
(after years of research
and careful thought)
It would be so very simple
To replace punctuation
with Small Grey Cats.
