No.47

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We have two cats that we adore, big Harry, little Hugo;

Inversely proportional by size to their annoyance factor.

Harry sits with both eyes closed, nose twitching summer scents,

While Hugo crouches, calculating how to scale the fence.

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By 2am most mornings Hugo’s hatched a new escape plan,

Howls until we let him out, then sets his plot in motion.

Lilly-pilly branches may look thin, but they are extra-bouncy,

With careful timing and some luck, might get him airborne nicely.

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But, luckily for us, our Hugo overestimates his limits;

Slams into the fence, another cat who failed at physics.

Embarrassed more than hurt, his howling takes a different tone

‘Stupid effing fence! Bold Hugo must be free to roam!’

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At first my wife and I were worried sick — our little treasure!

What becomes of Hugo if he embarks on this adventure?

But after several weeks of extra-early morning wake-ups

My wife, who loves cats more than me, has offered him a leg-up.

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No.47

Erik Kaisson, 2018

 

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