Supervet

This cat is on wheels.
A postage stamp

of golden fur
is missing from his flank

harvested by glistening
chatter-knives.

This is new kind of scent-marking;
a microchip.

Numbers now bubble up
through his skin

like steam from an Icelandic geyser.
His new owner is thin

hunt-eyed, blue-dressed
a windswept sapling of nerves.

New lives are about to begin.