A cat on the porch purring,

wets his whiskers and licks

his paws.  He watches for

adventures in the garbage cans

and waits for the thousands

of mice

he knows

are thronging in

the large black plastic bags

just off left

and just off right.

 

But the light

shows nothing yet.

Just the smell

of a rotting egg

whose ghost

on this night

also rises.