OUR CAT by James B. Nicola
Molasses pours down like an asp from his divan
his eyes as wise as the ancient kingdom
then trickles northward like the Nile,
past zebras, lions, giraffes and bears
(Ben’s stuffed dolls, whom he rules as well)
and through a misted torrid-zone jungle
(Edie’s clippings, ferns and potted palms)
to the sliding glass wall of his palace;
spies cousins wild and other aliens
hopping through, flying round, over the rushes
(exotic grass, the latest in landscaping).… Read More “OUR CAT by James B. Nicola”