Poetry Wednesday: cats and you and me
cats and you and me the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the child and never with the dog. and now here good people with the souls of cats are very few yet here and now many fine cats with great style lounge about in the alleys of the universe. about our argument tonight whatever it was about and no matter how unhappy it made us feel remember that there is a cat somewhere adjusting to the space of itself with a calm and delightful ease. in other words magic persists with or without us no matter how we may try to destroy it and I would destroy the last chance for myself that this might always continue. by Charles Bukowski from The Night Torn Mad with Footsteps . © Black Sparrow Press , 2001. Courtesy of The Writer's Almanac