The tree relaxes there
with no thought of going anywhere.

The song is overheard.
Perhaps we invent the birds.
They might invent us
if they could spell.
They don’t even listen when we speak.
Just as well.

Foolish cat
plodding around like that
what does it think it’s at?
We are trying to show
what we know;
that simplification was always wrong,
that a General Truth on a General Matter
will emptily clatter……..

But where does the cat belong?


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