If cats are all about catastrophe,
Katabasis, a journey long through Dis,
Where lazy night and sleep and dreams agree
To tell their winter tales to Anubis,
Then dogs are all about the coming dawn,
And listen to the wind the whole long climb
Upon the day and stars and further on
To tell their summer tales to endless time.
I have a cat (I couldn’t have the other) –
He tells me when it’s twelve o’clock at night,
When he becomes my psychopomp and brother
And shows me my reflection in dim light.
Perhaps I could be ready for the stars
When Venus lies again with planet Mars.
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