The distorted cat will follow under the door,
Above the rug, and float like a scent
You’ve never smelled
Though sure that others smell it too.
It’s sweet. It had eaten the grass,
Had a sore throat, and lied flat,
Like a thick towel on the bed
Where you are headed sick,
Not a stray, not owned by you,
Totally free in your house,
The town, and the world.
