My cat is singing descant
to the music in my head.
Melodies roll as if punched
in a pianola scroll.
Tick, tick the clock sits
muffled on the rattan table.
I'm cat-napping,
cat singing.
That could be me
pitching my wail to the tiles.
Ah! a choir echoing!
heavenly antiphons
hover on the afternoon.
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