The Thought-Cat

I imagine this midnight moment’s forest:
Something else is alive
Beside the clock’s loneliness
And this blank post where my fingers move.

Through the flap comes a cat:
He glances at the screen

Then, looking up at me
He raises an eyebrow

"A tad pretentious don't you think?"
Says Muhammad

"You're right, of course"
I said

He began washing.
"It's just blog, not a work of art"
He said, as a paw
Rounded his ear

I nodded my head, sheepishly
Watching his pink tongue
Lick his paw again
"But still," I said

"The post is printed."

[With sincere apologies to Ted Hughes]