They’re pacing behind her, racing
the clock or a mouse or whatever.
She’s listening to the click-clack
(tick-tock) of their claws, the pause
that comes with exclamation point
tail. The rain’s a long slow humsong;
the sky’s a mottled milkshake, stirred.
The world has changed today, in tone
and tang. The cats don’t seem to care.
They scatter, scamper, hop. She waits.
Miz Q gave us some starting point visuals, a song. Come play.