i met many people in france
paris to be exact. a few words
exchanged, a glance or two
then farewell: i spoke of my cat
to a few. we had in common
cat: the love of the cat : the indifference
if i had gone back in june and met
up again. i would have said i had
no cat. not anymore. not the orange
and white i gloated about my first
trip - now if i was to go - or when
i will speak of my mita/mita pronounced
mi ta mi ta - spanish for half and half
the french would adore such a cat
pockets of orange perfectly placed in
to make her half light - half dark
