Sitting in my
kitchen
after teaching
philosophy
I discover the
meaning of life:
we’re all like
white blood cells
in the body of
the universe
doing what we can
to help
when we’re called
just like my
father, a fireman, did
whenever there
was a fire.
After this
thought ends
from my rooftop I
hear a meowing cry
I might have
ignored another time
but since tonight
answering calls
is the meaning of
life
I walk onto the
roof
where I see a skinny
tabby.
I give it some
milk.
In the morning,
with my girlfriend’s help,
I carry the cat
down the fire escape.
Since we are
stronger than a seven pound cat
we break the
cat’s many grips
on the railing
and succeed in
putting the cat
on the sidewalk.
The cat
immediately hides under a car.
My girlfriend
says you now have a cat.
I name the
cat Uni for Universe.
His name and
meows sometimes remind me:
keep meowing for
response;
keep responding
to meows.
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