"I am a ninja.
I am a ghost.
Fuck that, I am the ghost of a ninja
who once wore a cloak of invisibility
and took it to the grave."
The cat bed is flipped upside down,
the kettle ball of fur on four legs sprinting
for the next shadow
to hedge himself.
"I see you! I will walk by again."
Two-year-olds. Same deal. The difference
is you can bury a cat and your
is will always mean more
than going face first into rain for fucking cat litter.
