Sport

Bill the Cat
fatter now
than in what
would have been
his salad days,
if he'd ever
eaten salad,
races, chases
black squirrels
back and forth
across picket tops
on the back fence.

Both he and
the squirrels
are enthused;
Bill because
he thinks
those alluring rodents
possess a certain
lunch-like aspect;
the squirrels because
they can see
that Bill's
tiger-striped
marble-bag gut
wobbling against
his back legs,
hobbles him enough
to give them time
for the best sort
of tail-flirting
taunts.