Monday, December 7, 2015


Since they generally had only one at a time
The cats in my father’s family weren’t named
But simply called the cat. When one wandered off
Or found religion or hopped into Death’s satchel
Another turned up, sent, from some agency
Which keeps track of such things. Once, the agency
Made an error and two cats came together.
They were called the cat and the other cat
And both made a point of meeting my father,
As if by chance, when he came home from school.

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