More from Louis Wainville

In order to feel that,
one must eschew dog
in favour of cat food,
install a ski lift,
give short change and
shorter shrift,
paint palindromes
torch light garden gnomes
take out pay day loans
and skip town.

It surely follows on that
when the day has gone
the night appears,
and owls eyes scan the
fields for mice.

I have nine lives
used up one
and twice I’ve nearly split
from number two,

it’s the catgut or rotgut
or the garden hut for me
where no one sees the
madness in my eyes,

there’s only reflected light
in these cats eyes

© 2017, John Smallshaw.