...
The Cat, by
Lawrence Ferlinghetti, from
These Are My Rivers (1955)
....The cat
..........licks its paws and
lies down in
......the bookshelf nook
............She
......can lie in a
..........sphinx position
...without moving for so
..........many hours and then turn her head
.......to me and
..........rise and stretch
and turn
..her back to me and
lick her paw again as if
......no real time had passed
...It hasn't
......and she is the sphinx with
......all the time in the world
..........in the desert of her time
..The cat
....knows where flies die
........sees ghosts in motes of air
............and shadows of sunbeams
She hears
...the music of the spheres and
the hum in the wires of houses
.........and the hum of the universe
.........in interstellar spaces
............but
........prefers domestic places
...........and the hum of the heater
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