 Cat's Don't Make War Our cat isn't in bed, padding in the house instead, Surveying through the patio facing glass door varied sightings, a morning insect, a leaf or two... it's wake up time there are tasks more urgent for her in stealth to do. Searching for a spilled vitamin pill, a dripping faucet, a forgotten toy mouse beneath the living room sofa, seeping scents, a bit of catnip: life's curiosities passing by, The quickening sense of feline perception: nose, ears and eyes. Now in war nervous haughty mighty steeds are blown away, humankind always on killing sprees: dogs are trained to sniff gun shells and bombs and dolphins projectiles from submarines, manufactured by foes that are surly foreign and downright mean. My tortoise coloured pet, I admit, is a hunter through and through, leaves religious anger and patriotic righteousness for others, bearing standards, flags and ideology to storm and rage into... I guess her mien and actions should be better viewed. August 2004 Author: Roy Schoenberg, New York. 
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