{"id":67212,"date":"2020-06-27T15:32:15","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:32:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=67212"},"modified":"2020-06-27T19:23:10","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T23:23:10","slug":"physics-for-cats-bop","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/physics-for-cats-bop\/","title":{"rendered":"PHYSICS FOR CATS BOP\u00a0"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\" \u00a0 photo credit: jeymonde, London 2019<\/p>\n

PHYSICS FOR CATS BOP\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A late hour 6 poem<\/p>\n

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The world is topsy-turvy, unhinged.<\/p>\n

And what if I no longer have a furry black cat<\/p>\n

to caress & cuddle in this groundless time<\/p>\n

of staying at home, small social bubbles<\/p>\n

ear-looped cloth masks, and now, perhaps<\/p>\n

safely six-feet socializing under the trees.<\/p>\n

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The cat’s on a trolley and can’t get off.<\/p>\n

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An upheaved time of strife and inequities.<\/p>\n

What if I live alone and my social bubble<\/p>\n

is exactly one in three? \u2013 me, myself, and I \u2013 and<\/p>\n

everyone I know and love on Zoom<\/p>\n

or FaceTime.\u00a0 And why would cats<\/p>\n

need physics?\u00a0 Cats can solve problems.<\/p>\n

They’re already masters of space — leaping<\/p>\n

from the window sill, to the floor and back.<\/p>\n

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Yes, perhaps I need to adopt a cat \u2013<\/p>\n

a fond-of-leaping Abyssinian; a curious<\/p>\n

tabby; a loud-mouthed Siamese, or<\/p>\n

a muscular Ragdoll that loves to go limp.<\/p>\n

Maybe then I can learn physics and solve<\/p>\n

what needs fixing \u2013 right now!<\/p>\n

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The cat’s on a trolley and can’t get off.<\/p>\n

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