cat

deep green eyes
regard me
patiently wondering
if I am really as dumb as I look

At least that’s my view
of our relationship:
you understand me;
I am not able
to return the favour

I haven’t a clue
what turning in soft circles
on the chair next to mine
really means

and when you purr
long into the night
on the pillow near my ear
am I supposed to know
what that means?

I clean the litter
put out food and water
stroke your forehead
(that I know you like)
and generally pay attention

But what does it all mean?

Speculation:
you are part of an advanced team
of members of a super contemplative
civilization which has taught
buddhists a thing or two
— is Om the human
equivalent of purring?

Can you read my mind?
perhaps meaning of
life and the universe
is open to you
purrhaps . . . .

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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