One
day, you say
you
take to paw
and
leave home and hearth
-
Without
leave
no
- one sees
you
make for trackless heath.
-
You
are Scott or perhaps Wilson
in
nineteen ten
and
nobody is Markham
-
So
you're a legion in Rome
two
sixty BC
expanding
into territories you'd never known.
-
Certainly,
you're Hannibal
striding
over alps
You'll
teach them not to cross the Erbo.
-
But
really, you're none of these things.
you're
a cat,
and
you're gone.
-
You're
alone, and
nobody
else will feed you.
and
their attention is all wrong.
-
You
turn your tail
and
head for home.
Bloodied
and battered,
-
at
5a.m. you fall from the roof
and
mewl, dirty,
and
crawl to my arms.
-
You
see now?
There
is no romantic adventure
to
be had in this city.
A
man was shot tonight,
and
you look like death;
sound
like pathos incarnate.
-
My
boy, join me:
"Come
friendly bombs,
and
fall on Wolverhampton"
And
curl to sleep on our duvet
-
The
warmth of the combi-,
soothes
the remnants of
our
chilling dismay.
Never
leave again, I pray.
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