For Toast and Speckle (Tami at Tanglewood Knots blog)
“Consider two cats in the sun/Who, slit-eyed, knit four threads of light/Into silence worn at night./Consider two cats in the sun/Who, lazy and languorous, take their ease/and twist four shimmering strands of peace/Into pin-clawed snares of travail/No concernment can unravel.” – Charles Olaf Olsen, “Consider Two Cats”
You are my favorite monster.
You prowl around the two-legged humans, who, unsuspecting, scratch you behind the ears and call you beguiling names. Kitty, Kitty! they say, as they put down a dish of moist cat food and tempt you to eat. But you, you sit aloof, some distance away, properly, on your haunches, a look of inscrutability on your features. What do you care if they want you to eat? You will eat in the dark of midnight, in the hours of sleep, when they don’t see you and they least expect it. You will eat their dreams, their desires. Their spirits. And when they awake, disheveled and out of sorts, you will smile.
Another long day of work ahead for them. Another long day of sleep ahead for you.
Where do you take their dreams, their desires, their spirits? You can get a good price for them on the black market of travail.
Who is the cat now, and who the mouse?