LE CHAT RONRONNE
( for Heather Moulson )
The cat comes in
the window.
Never
the door.
Even if the door is open
she will disdain it as
a useless
human invention.
She insists on staring
through the latticed pane
hypnotising whoever is within
"Open...purr..the window!"
Window is for stealing through
cat believes.
And so, a mirror
will be fatally injured
Cat startled gazes at
nine fragmented cats
who stare blindly
back.
This crucifix thing is also
an annoying symbol
that deserves
a swipe or two
un-nailed now
by slight of claw
until the long suffering Christ
fins Himself hanging upside now
by just the nails
in his feet
as if he were a reflection
of His previous self.
The nails in feet
can no longer hold the Saviour
and he plunges to the black and white
linoed floor...another broken thing.
"Pah!" spits the cat.
"Religion...don't start me!"
She cleans a paw
nonchalantly.
"I who have been
worshipped and adored
through ages past
laugh at this newfangled belief.
We smile to see her
chase the clockwork mouse
amazed the toy
is not scared.
She catches it...releases it.
Re-catches it.
It has been her first time
on this our little blue planet
and she has enjoyed her journey
around our local star.
But now she commands
with most regal purr
"Ok human servant
you may feed me!"
"Mmmm ...miaou!"
says Mia in perfect French.