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

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Page 7 of Purple Rhinoceros Bird

"Now Manx.

It all is

that Very

Simple."

My whiskers

quick twitch’d

wanting to

believe.

The Rhino Heft a Sigh

and Sat InLotus in

front of me. Quiet settled

before he spoke.

"Cat. You’re Much

too Much in

your Head. Get

out of it."

"How?"

"In Licking

our Blood Off

the Able Stones

and Speaking Rain."

"That

won’t

Unburn

Master."

"Nope. Won’t."

"So...?"

"So

Cry

the

Rain."

And, the Rhino

Bellow’d a Mauve

Cloud breaking Loose the

WildBlue Around Us.

"Still Cat.

Listen.

Hear The

Rain Fall.

Cry it.

Cry the

Master’s

Death; Cry

Your hearts

Blood; Your

Hallow’d

Breath; the

Still of

Your Mynd

Cry your

own Death.

Cry!

Cat!

Cry!

Cry!"

Rain Fell

fingers ratting

out a rhythm

on the Roof

of leaves

Rush’d in the

Wind of Night

Wisping Gag’d

Voices Howling

of LostCats

of the Isle

of Man

to forever

wonder

their breath’s

Death!

I

wept

its

voice.

‘go on

Go On

GO On

GO! ON!’

"Good Cat. Good.

Stay Quiet.

Listen.

Hear. See."

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