The Hungry Cat

1.

The Watcher

When thinking comes, a frequent visit      

A frantic pace, (where am ‘I’ in it) 

Am I The Watcher or The Watched?          

The Talker, or The Listener.

‘Who is There?’, (Is it me),

Or is it someone, one should lee

How often down this street I’ve marched:

The Whistled, or The Whistler.

Arms outstretched, palms held high

In short length I come to realize why

When thinking came, a frequent guest,

I couldn’t get a moment’s rest.

2.

The Talker

When Talker talks, The Listener listens      

A brisk thought walk, where’s ‘I’ in this? 

Chasing sticks thrown by Mind

Dogcatcher 9r The Catched?     

‘Who goes There?’, (Is it I),

Any hope to know this rhyme?

Un-hoed remains this hill of mine

All caught up, yet uncatched.

I plant my feet in hallowed ground

Of voices, the familiar sound

Discussions that will Sseal the space 

Of being grounded in this place.

3.

The Hungry Cat

While hungry cat sits eyeing Mouse

‘Other’ and ‘I’ slog through The House

Strong Father ‘I’ cries Mother ‘Other’,

Turn in pursuit, chase one another.

Problem ‘Is’, could not exist 

Without a complex birth like this

Masked and drunk force of despair,

Observant Self sucks out all air.

Hypno-backgrounded Absent Wealth

Less grain of sand, (Observant Self)

Sees all; reports, a complex hand, 

Sure none is missed by High Command.