Issue
#1

January
2009

a poem by Daniel S. Irwin

the cat watches

The cat watches me
as I piss, seemingly
mesmerized by the
light yellow stream
splashing in the toilet.
The cat watches and
I recall that this is
the cat that killed
my yellow canary,
ripped out its guts
leaving the carcass
lying in the middle
of the kitchen floor.
And now, this cat,
in a pouncing stance,
watches me intently
as I piss,
perchance eyeing
bigger game.
As a precaution,
bird in hand,
I watch the cat.

© Daniel S. Irwin

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