|Cats and Us
We have indoor and outdoor cats
(the outdoor cats own the neighborhood,
they just stop by here for the food),
and cats have a fine understanding of what's
important: them. They are as brief
as anything else, to the unending light,
and survive enchained by their appetite,
so after we finish supper, my wife
and I scatter plates onto which we scoop thick
gobbets of moist pressed processed meat –
some here in the kitchen, then out
on the creaking boards of the deck.
The cats circle, rubbing our legs,
until the food is plated and we're
forgotten, dismissed with the sure
contempt of anything that knows it begs.
J. B. Mulligan
If you have any comments on this poem, J. B. Mulligan would be
pleased to hear them.