every put a cat's warm purr breathing snout
into your ear like a seashell?
what do you hear? Genesis? Milton...
the petted felines with lizard eyes tell you
a lot: i've found the satanic spy,
lingering in your midst!
put a cat's snout purring against your ear,
it's going to be a renovation of
the once fabled seashell being pressed against your
ear... hear that pervert breathing heavy?
hear him? it's called purring...
but put that snout against your ear,
lodge it right in the ear... it's heavy breathing...
it's not purring anymore...
lions don't have lizard eyes...
the serpent of Eden second time around,
crazy lady with cats...
lions don't have lizard eyes...
cats have lizard eyes,
hence an old man's aversion toward cats
and embracing dogs...
cats being bonsai felines given whatever
it was that became woman's fancy:
a serpent in the garden, a cat in the household...
for the illiterate an angry labouring husband,
slapping an all too eager romance reading wife
that would have never read this poem,
when i put a cat's snout into my ear,
to decipher purring like the seashell,
to say: bulldog snout... heavy breathing,
asthmatics.