THE ESSENCE OF FUR
People build boxes for themselves
until there are whole stacks of boxes
They climb in and close the lid
The less imaginative paint their boxes
the same as their neighbour. They’d say it was
For order and continuity, but they’d be lying.
Cats fuzz up the boundaries between boxes
Speaking some deep-rooted feline truth
Where ‘box’ does not have a cat equivalent
But the flick of a tail has a plethora of meanings
And the essence of fur is not just skin deep