pussy cat, pussy cat
where can you be?
you went out at breakfast,
now it’s half-past three

no answer to noon biscuits
rattled at the door
anxious hypotheses: hurt/
by neighbours?

helpless, we scour the trees
then the pavements
already dreading laminated pictures
on lampposts –

and then here you are.
trotting tail-high and oblivious
past us to the kitchen,
and one’s overdue luncheon.