. . . here. i’m called hazel, a kitten and a cat.
home’s hove but i’m hollingdean born;
there were many sisters, many brothers, mother and aunt,
father was a wanderer, free and far:
i never saw that rover.
now here. father’s two footed and fond,
like sister, like mother so i’m liked and loved;
all come when i call (quite quickly sometimes).
up here down to earth is two hurried leaps
scaring, skittering, the cost one limp leg;
so here, so now, stare through the window’s what i do.
yet here at dawn, at dusk, the man holds me close
opens the window, we watch, we hear;
i nose the air: one day, one day, when . . .
. . .