Matter
Black cat, sitting in the park like nothing else matters.
Black cat, doing what he wants because he can do and that his grandmother reads satire.
Satire nobody understands and no one cares about.
Black Tony, fishing in the rain when there’s no time to spare even the time after work.
And the dark hound, everyone is scared of her frightened bark.
Tonys dog, she’s bred to be good.
You don’t love her, even though you should.
Poetry and I 