Jason, tabby, listens to moonbeams grow,
smart as he is in his snow white cravat,
soft as doveīs down, no, quite a caveat!

Come visit this large unhairy fellow,
who isnīt sure if your just dropping in
from an overhead larger furrier skin.

Cat caveat, this mouthīs full of spittle,
it splatters & splitters from tongue to gum
& he pricks up like a thunder stormīs come.
I hope dropping in means my acquittal.

Such sweetness not secret malevolence,
a baleful reproach that I owe him one,
a time long ago, a wrong him Iīd done,
that dropping in doesnīt mean recompense.



Copyright Robin Ouzman Hislop 2003
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