one of my daughter’s long-legged black cats
who i collectively refer to as ‘the nathans,’
enjoying a swing.
as of this posting,
he has never expressed a desire to be a dancer.
—
“just because you have long legs doesn’t mean you’ll be happy as a rockette.”
– nicholas lore
i have such a great assistant
nacho the cat not the food
takes his place
plops down
right in the middle
of the stones of lake superior
and
works hard
to help me
solve the puzzle
moving pieces
bumping my hand
meowing bright ideas
then it all just becomes a bit too exhausting
so why move
when you can just flop over
and blend in?
his work is done here.
where’s nacho?
i realized
after leaving this note
just how strong
nacho the cat not the food’s
potato fetish
has become.
when it comes to the point
that i feel the need
to disguise a raw potato
so that he does not sneak off with it
secreting it away
for his eating pleasure
things may have gotten out of hand
and
someone has a problem
but i’m not saying any names.
the known facts:
nacho the cat not the food
guarding his ‘catch’
a large unbaked potato
now missing a few bites
and partially peeled
on the stairs
the still-unanswered questions:
not sure
why
or
how
just
left
to
wonder
and
be
impressed.
—
without mysteries, life would be very dull indeed.
what would be left to strive for if everything were known?
– charles de lint
nacho the cat not the food
isn’t spending much time
worrying about life
he’s got better things to do
adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.
-ralph waldo emerson
I didn't have my glasses on.... 