This poem with guitar accompaniment is about an unruly cat who did not come home one night. We had not really connected, but I don’t know what can be expected of a cat. I was committed to him even to the point of tumbling down the stairs when I heard his encounter with a shrieking fox.
My cat appeared to be grinning at me that morning when I returned from the hospital. I suppose that he had worked out his differences with Reynardine the fox. Now, he was meowing for a more domestic meal and a fresh bowl of water.
