He might as well be a cat.
Making a huge winding of cat towers -
Black holes, ladders, carpet spaces,
Pendulum swinging rats,
A coiling green ball of yarn
Goes from one to the other -
To the next – a risky one
On a floating shelf
An old fishbowl
To keep them jumping
The gold scales shining
From the gold peering
In through the window -
He sits in the center.
Legs folded like pretzel
He wings the green yarn
Around each post
As the lazy green-eyed
Cats chase each other,
Curl up on their favorite places
And sharpen their claws noisily.
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