Daydream Uselessness
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He has two giant Oriental fans
Propped up beside his bookcase and his main
Computer screen. He has to save spread spans
From feline selfishness. A tomcat’s brain
Has been precision engineered by God
To find a place to cause annoyance.
If fans were laid down flat, then they’d be clawed
Or slept upon. A clear clairvoyance
Ensures the cat would lie upon their screens.
He’d flop upon the fans and crush their folds
For comfort. He would crush their graceful scenes
Beneath his nap upon their blues and golds.
Flamboyance of fans means nothing much
To him. He dreams a robin’s in his clutch.
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