There is a Black long haired cat.
Its name is chaos,
and it lives in my neighborhood,
and it meows back at me,
and I meow again and,
yesterday I imagined it was some historical
woman’s soul trapped and trying to
hide out from other soul-cats who wanted her.
Maybe it was Mary Queen of Scots.
Maybe Elizabeth is the orange tabby that hisses at her.
Histories jealousies and betrayals,
being re-enacted by neighborhood cats.
It would be perfect for the stage.
Andrew Lloyd Webber could compose.