Purple Rhinoceros Bird
a surreal narrative poem about a poet cat.

   
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by Michael Zittel | Synopsis | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 Critique

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Page 3 of Purple Rhinoceros Bird
 
a Laugh the size of
the room. At first the
laugh still’d my Purr
and flatten’d my ears,
 
but as I watch’d it
Smile him, its rhythm
pick’d me up and we
roll’d the Nights to Dawn.
 
With a million
such moments gone,
I ventur’d in-
Mourning thinking,
 
"What Gift could I give
for his Kindness?
What Gift could a
Lost-n-Found Cat give?"
 
In a Muse-em
I look’d for Gifts
in Stranger Eyes
and Master Works.
 
All spoke NoThing but
none told where to find
the PurrEffect little thing, not
even Michaelangelo’s Wrists.
 
Numb - sat - vacant - staring at
all the NoThing, my Whiskers
sudden humm’d vibrant buzz and
I WindNimbl’d OutTo CutGrass.
 
The day float’d a myriad song
of Machine-Mad-Noise thub’d beneath
as Base with Cheer-Up’d Melodies
Pipt intricate over like Lace.
 
The PurrEffect
little Nothing
Occurred. A
Voice spoke Bite:
 
"Fool!
Pooh!
Lost!
Cat!
 
Cats Give
What Cats can Do
What Cats can Do
Ver’ Well."
 
I still’d, crouch’d
low, back flat
slinking
thinking.
 
"Birds.
Birds.
Birds."
 
That evening of Gold
Rain, wax’d whiskers,
dapper ears, and
a well lick’d clean coat
 
I Shadow’d to
Masters Gothic
Slave Built Manor
- Gift in Mouth - and
 
scree’d long
sleek nail
down steel-rust door
piercing the dark.
 
From the lived in room
I heard him rise
and come shuffling
in old-beat step.
 
This I felt odd
as his was usually
not swift, but light
and then it seem’d
 
heavy
with
Wordworth’s
world.
 
When the door open’d
I dash’d between his
legs as is Cat Custom
when bringing Gifts.
 
He follow’d my
absence of tail
- nub twitching
under chair -
 
speaking dead
Gargoyles,
"What?
What?"
 
and
"O!
Ver’
Well."
 
Sipping his bitter,
picking up a book,
he lay on a settee
and gave me his silence
 
Momma at Poppa’s
tombstone in my mind
spoke one of her
many Rhetoric Things:
 
"Hide way from Humans
They make all KnowSense
Even NonSense. All
hide way: all hide Way."
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