March 24, 2009

Dairy Allegory

The bowl of milk that I set out
for the faeries
has already been licked clean
by street cats
who can't digest milk
& now they prowl outside my window,
yowling their displeasure
& leaving white puddles
on my doorstep.

You ask what
this has to do
with puking cats.

Well, I've kept this bowl
filled for you
& every time you stoop to feed,
it doesn't seem to agree with you.

You make a puddle,
then leave.

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