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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)
