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Poems by Inchiki



 


Cat tactics



Cat tactics

Ziggy mews and stares at me
the biscuits are in his bowl
he only just came in
anyway he can't want to go out it's raining
his favourite sofa is free
the fire's going, i'm here

I stare back

he goes off and eats some biscuits
but i would be wrong to consider
the matter closed

(indeed, later i discover the house is covered in vomit)






ephemera  2008