When a black cat
escapes
on a moonless night,
He’s a bottle of India ink
spilled
on black linoleum,
Spreading over the
entire neighborhood,
everywhere and nowhere,
A diffusion the man in pajamas
and worthless flashlight
soon discovers.
At dawn, time reverses,
the ink retracts
back to its vessel;
The cat springs through
the opened door,
heads for the couch.
Being everywhere
all at once
is always exhausting.
Bluster & Absurdity 