This work treats of the cat’s imposition on the exposed mesh screen—which she tore, so ardent was she, into great soft ribbons, yawning holes. I looked in her lighted eyes as she glanced back—she was, at any moment, ready to jump through the holes she made, to splash in our neighbor’s gutter, sport with the piping sparrows about the bounds of the roof. Our cat twittered and shook her bell, and she would have leaped from any hole, I know, to tear and roll in air’s suspense.
-2003
