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
