If cats could talk
O’Malley pleased me with ancient tremblors stirred cream in secret crevices depapered my wall
His lazy keys banged a tarantella story a potential disney masterpiece at every corner
His arched back was an unending broken prowl a daydream long forgotten ferns and vines
Semaphoric interpretive sniff one inch from the point of tears or howls
All along collecting whiskered trophies a lonely dinner for one the secret life of cogs