two crows had been having quite a conversation

much to my mother’s consternation

for she believes in omens


I believe in cats


my neighbour’s black and white cat

sauntered across our driveway

stood staring meaningfully at out front door


in sudden silence


I had a one way chat through the door

the cat politely pretended to listen

before sauntering home again


I remain catless


perhaps tomorrow I’ll sit in the weeping gum

chat to the crows about the perfidy of cats

and the seriousness of collective nouns


and omens




Copyright May 2017