The Egyptians knew
A thing or two about cats.
Turning otherness
Into godhead.
Sc-fi followers
Claimed an alien
Origin for the feline genus:
Feles/felis/faelis.
Catta/cattus.
Aelurus.
As many names for ‘cat’
As there are …
What?
Blue eyes knowing.
Eyes that divine what
I am thinking.
Unblinking orbs
Around the planet of us.
My inner life,
Ever decreasing circles
Until you become one
With me and I with you.
Those eyes of blue touching,
Probing. The intensity
Densely excavating my
Hidden layers. Laying bare the ‘sum’
Of my ‘cogito’.
Your forensic stare
Classifies, catalogues, discards;
Files away for future use
As you sharpen tidy claws
On exposed flesh.
Hypnotic, hypnotised,
I lose myself in
The dark depths.
I, unwilling, share
All.
You, nothing.
Contact broken.
I am dropped from notice
But I am changed
By our wordless conversation.
Saying nothing
You said it all:
‘I know you’
Lynda Mcmahon
