The cat said yellow
as I walked by
The cracked pavement
Eating at my heels
I don’t know why
Perhaps, from her sill
She saw how close the eye
Of sunset on my nape
And proffered warning
In her enigmatic way
Silent then, thereafter
With neither approbation
Nor accusatory burr
In the way she spoke
And nonchalantly licked a paw
As if to utter words
To the merely human
Was somehow to demean
The dignity of her kind
Still, when I stepped
From the kerb and looked askance
At where she had been
(Lace curtains barely flickering)
The traffic screeched
From a roar
To a fumed vibrato
The woman, with the tattooed
Sunburned arm
Leaning from the cab
Of the four by four
Pointing, at the candy coloured lights, said
In that innocuous
High pitched whine
Reeeooowwwwww!
About the Creator
C S Hughes
C S Hughes grew up on the edges of sea glass cities and dust red towns. He has been published online and on paper. His work tends to the lurid, and sometimes to the ludicrous, but seeks beauty in all its ecstasy and artifice.
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