Eli Albert

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