dear c
forgive me
for forcibly making you
climb the trunk of a coconut tree,
testing how your kind
fall from a height and
still land on four feet,
clasp palms over eyes,
watch you walk backwards
comically, tentatively,
for pinning that
batch to your tail,
with the legend,
"Stop not, cease not,
until the goal is reached."
...you going round the
dining table to
sister's screams,
cutting off your whiskers
to the shortest length,
just to see what we get,
I know in cat heaven,
they are sentencing
me to a cat body,
and you as my human
master, circle of life...
do remember,
the daily fish feast,
lick-lick-ety milk,
head brushing,
under chin rubs,
soft fur combing,
sleep pat-purr,
do consider,
that I was a kid,
a storm burst
in my head,
as tingled as a
cat on a cat hunt...
