A moth at Mass, big as a bat
flitted past the host.
Before that a cat
came in.
You can’t do that,
I said.
It was hot that day
in the world,
but cool as usual
here in the cloister.
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Of cats and secret codes
Would that women were so
open with their readiness, crying
“Come get me” in the night —
“Come get me” — while the
neighbors grumble, “What
is that?” and shut their windows
against the excess of need.
The cat’s strategy
A mild but festive ambush
fills the air with you and me
The flaw in the cat’s climbing –
that confounding fear of descent –
is a lovely flaw,
a flaw for the sake of the chick.
You can’t get good help these days
