Garden Games With Harley.
Sara L. Russell, 14th May, 2004.
Just as is the way with dogs,
cats run for sticks.
But they don’t bring them back.
Me run behind bush now;
You wait there,
He runs behind a bush,
one end of the stick clamped possessively in his mouth
and the long end trailing behind him.
…Fifteen minutes later,
I prise the stick from his
The stick breaks, I pick up a longer one,
trail it along the ground.
He runs in demented circles,
attacks bare grass after the stick has left,
runs into the side of a tree, shakes his head
and runs on.
For a moment, I stop the stick’s movement.
He ponders this new development,
ears pointing down,
whiskers pointing down.
Next door, someone crackles a refuse bin liner.
He jumps three feet vertically,
in the style of a Harrier Jet
and runs away.