He knew our cats
don’t kill us at night
Because, anciently,
we kept only those
Who stayed kittenish
while growing,
Which suggested to him
why the sudden four-foot leap
With rocketing and zooming,
through the house,
And racing through tubes,
skittering balls and blocks,
And scaling great heights
of furniture.
He diagnosed a clear case
of kitten insanity.
Before him, man-mother,
feeder and protector,
They chase invisible mice,
butterflies and beetles,
Play with long-gone
siblings
While hallucinating
an infant past.
Bluster & Absurdity 
Skittering balls !
can‘t stop smiling 😊 cheers, Claudia