Look, I have a cat in my cupboard. What she seeks in there I know not. I peer in and she stares back, Eyes glint copper and emerald. The soft thud of wooden doors Tells me she crept into the Dark recesses of her secret lair. Oft she slips out again silently, But on occasion- The shrill clatter and clang of steel pots Startle me … Continue reading Cat in my cupboard