it is well known, cats do only what they want and dream about,
it is much easier to train a dog or take care of a baby elephant ( lost from the herd
when the parents are looking for water&food and he is left behind)

i step into Otto's skin, it's tight, dark and cold,
i hear meowing... the first thought is: i hope the little one is not alone in the rain,
i roll in his skin as if the cats domesticated the man,
i go in, i come out, it is wet and cold inside, Otto is sneezing,
he's allergic to people, like bukowski, he hates their dogs,
cats, their cars, hates everything they do, and have,

Otto does not understand why felines came to be considered sacred,
in a literary language he shouts&swears: - you illiterate creature,
you don't even know how to calculate 5X33c. feet of rope,

i insist and step again into Otto's skin, his eyes are slippery as mercury,
i look from inside at them, i blink without noticing
and gave him a handkerchief