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Clipboard Cat

Clipboard Cat struts through the house with his tale held full height,

Flagging us of his intentions to check the environs (only competent

Kitties can inspect domestic doings.) His is a dedicated occupation.

Tom’s reviews of all paraphernalia, counting biscuits beneath cushions,

Loose change circulating in bathroom corners, also the sorts of baubles

Grandchildren mislay among potted plants, proves his analysis acumen.

Memo Mouser gets the job done, ever dutybound to delimit our abode.

If not for this meticulous moggy, we’d ne’er find lost socks, destroyed

Pen caps, last year’s gas receipts, or stuffing from our ancient bolsters.

Fine Furry’s documenting, sometimes, leads him to our freezer’s cover,

Or behind the sofa. Even the dust mites salute when he ventures further

Than our beds toward realms unknown except to local, splendid felines.

See, Padfolio Pussy scrutinizes from every height. Whether uppermost

Closet shelves or within the toe kicks of armoires, he examines sundry

Spots for interlopers (as well as mates) while devouring select findings.

Randos

Odd, suspicious, socially inappropriate people often croon about galagoes,

Else rabbit scuts for reasons imperceivable by most avid huntsmen. Seems

Small birds & mammals constitute foci for addled minds.

Across various taverns, it’s known that weirdos, like fools, prophesize, reveal

Hidden grains of future happenstances. Their visions surface, perchance, from

Too many sips of absinthe.

They’re ne’er supercilious; most of that ilk hide supernal help. Rather, they’ve

No shame when indicating ineffable events still to come. It appears that bathos

Transfigures easily as a privileged communication channel.

Plus, peradventure, they foretell proceedings, ‘cause their wiring’s peculiar, also

Unworldly. Neurodiversity’s their boon (non a handicap as Big Pharm advertised

While money grubbing).

Not mere rainbows or apocalypses constitute “insight.” Perception dictates fitting

How time & matter merge, creating moments when phantasmagorical cues reveal

Themselves to hubris-free persons.

Sure, human propagules force dissonance on others. They’re detached from feeling

The literati’s judgements or from experiencing deeds’ commonplace consequences,

Even post mortem.

Reprisal

Retaliating almost never ends amid verdant tussocks or affable feelings.

Only naifs keep hold of thoughts upholding vengeance won’t engender

Future returns.

Human jackals, it seems, principally, chase intruders, or viciously slash

New orifices in enemies. They tend toward marking territory via divers

Manner of viscera.

It’s not that proficient scavengers, outfitted with canines, ungrudgingly

Seek due. Sooner, crepuscular critters fight dirty. Their ways & means

Emulate those of most bandits.

Brigands, after all, suffer no compunction if breaking laws. Their regret’s

Limited to opportunities missed, to riches unfathered. Gangsters no more

Grieve causing distress than felons “say sorry” for settling scores.