I Know a Cat


I know a Cat by Martin Hanley Dedicated to my old philosophical friend, Master Mouse Hanley I sat there sweltering in a familiar fog; constipated with checking and weighted outcomes. Languid landscapes with questioning answers; an unfocused portfolio has come undone. Then, in he glides supreme; stretching out beneath the dappled light; now reclining. Regally basking like some ancient achromatic shadow; he swallows the fallow sun. Cold blooded catering alerted, a distant ringing or some obscure Sylvan echo, yet I hear none. Starving for hidden treats that well versed others commonly disdain; he remains steadfast smiling. Forever glancing, my philosophical … Continue reading I Know a Cat