‘Tis a very strange tale, I tell you.
There I was sitting calmly by the bamboo field
Idling, you might say,
Reflecting on the meaninglessness
Of life, the absurdity of it all
And Lo! there he was
The green-eyed monster
Standing on top of a tree
Looking straight in my eye.
I simply sweated
For no apparent cause
Only that it gave me a feeling so eerie
That he or she, or she or he
Or Jordan the cat
Looked on with such a cold eye
As it rooted into my thoughts.
But alas so soon it prised its gaze away
Jumped over the trees
Chasing a flicker in the leaves.
I was found–broken–ruined–deprived of mystery
The cat knew it all
I sat still and stared at the absence
Everything was seen, nothing safe
There’s no escape from prying.
(Nights are never dark enough.)