You know
Where there’s a lining,
A stitch,
A staple,
There’s me
A cheap cloth rag
With a ugly face
And a rat tail
(those went out of style
Years ago)
And that little nip
A neurotic, illusive
Drug that stray cat
Enduresss,
Through his poressss,
On his own,
Making his mind cuff
A wilderness package
A white puff with a
Skidmark head,
Stretches his claws out to me
As I’m alone and dead
A small addiction
An 88¢ scandal
I’m pushed up against the handel
And flying in this wild ride
In the jungle with Edgar
Where he’s the White Tiger
And I’m a big,
Yet little,
(compared to him)
Bug
In this illusion…
Author notes
about my cat and his cat nip toy
