Deeply deeply sleepy
I need a cat
on my lap.
cats
Corridors
Your eyes are corridors
of comprehension. Old.
A bee revives, and truth is tolled.
photo and poem by Rachel McAlpine
Cats crying
Cats crying under my balcony
remind me of cats crying
somewhere else. But sadder.
photo and poem by Rachel McAlpine
The game of one cat, one kitten
We’re going to play
the game of one cat one kitten
(says Ruby).
You’ll need to be
a lot of characters,
because Gloria won’t understand.
You’ll have to be my Mum.
I’ll say, can I learn how to cook?
And you’ll teach me.
And I’ll run away
because the Mum’s food is yukky
— we won’t say gross.
You pretend to lie on the road
and be a kitten.
I find you and make you my pet.
The more time you spend writing this down,
the less time we have
to play the game.
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Rachel McAlpine
Game invented by Ruby, aged 4 or 5