WHAT THE CAT DON'T WANT TO HEAR
                               THE CAT DON'T HEAR

(TO.THE. ONLIE. BEGETTER. OF.THESE. INSVING. LINES.  Mr. A.S.J. ALL. HAPPINESS. AND. THAT. ETERNITIE. PROMISED.)

The chair liked the room
it was living in.

The day before
it was living in a shop.

Only one
of many such chairs.

Now
it had its own room.

Indeed it was
the only chair there.

It even had
its own desk.

Yet the desk was full
of its own self importance

and had only indulged
in the usual polite conversation

about how far or near
one should be to it.

The chair was rather proud of
THE CLOUD OF UNKNOWING

that lay open upon it
at page 144.

The desk was profoundly
jealous of it

whereas the chair
actually took pleasure

in the mere fact of
its mistress's posterior.

A mirror slightly to the side
allowed the chair to look out

upon a garden
who talked continuously

about the weather.

A lawn ran down
to a flint-faced wall

and beyond the wall's
flint facedness

lived
( so the chair believed )

the World.

The chair
( even if it had to say so itself )

and human voices
agreed with its opinion

that it looked
extremely elegant.

The chair enjoyed
being a chair.

The only thing that irked
was the cat

whose habit
it was

to doze upon it
when the humans left the room.

"Shoo...shoo!"
the chair cried out

in deep despair
but the cat

either did not
speak

or
pretended not to

understand

what was said
to it.