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

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Page 6 of Purple Rhinoceros Bird

I purr’d.

"Animals do..."

He Murburl’d

and stood slow.

"...yes...of course..."

He pour’d bitters

over the pile,

kneel’d center

and said small,

"If God

forgives,

I will

be Cat."

He lit a match.

I step’d on

the flames, but

they burn’d me

Stay Away.

I circled

Mad ‘round him

not wanting

to see the

BlueSnake Tongues lick his

skin down to bone, to

ash, to stench. I ran

mewling to the rain.

Smoke billow’d out,

bloom’d a WhiteRose

in the night sky

as Sirens scream’d

of Sharks in Armor

and Flying Machines.

They beat the flames

into morning,

leaving a

Burnt Pit

of What

Once Was.

For day and day and day

I sat in Posture,

starring at the Hole

not Accepting our End.

Silent Tearing

for my loss

of what to

do, a Voice spoke.

"Do NoThing."

"How?"

I asked

inThought.

It didn’t

Answer.

I slept then, and Found

myself sitting Lotus,

sinking down to the

Rhinoceros tracks.

Landing

in a Print,

I tear’d

quietly.

From behind,

the Rhino

breathe’d on

my Neck and

I turn’d

to see

him Smile

tooth-grin.

The Rhino

look’d down

his Horn

saying,

"Cat, you’re

just a Murmle

in a Burble

and You’ve

SatSorrow

long Enough.

Now, Let’s

get on

with

You

doing

NoThing."

"How?"

"Like this..."

and he Jig’d

on paint’d toes

singing,

"Green CatTails

Berry there

Bones Tea

Find their Om

Tea

Find their Home.

So

Wrinkle your Nose

Lick your Toes..."

He Stop’d

sudden,

knotting

his lips.

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