POEM XVI: “A CHILDREN’S STORY”

The owl and the pussycat went to sea in a beautiful pea green boat.

One wonders what the conversation must have been like.

The altercations are easy to picture:
the owl yanking fistfuls of fur
from the crouching, spitting cat–

but then again,
they had the sense
to bring along a stable currency
and a plentiful source of calories
so perhaps it wasn’t so bad.

One can imagine a fish divided in the moonlight
salted with sea-water and black with fish’s blood

and the two improbable crewmates
huddled for warmth
under a vast and runcible moon.

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