Cats Talk
Sometimes my cats talk
To me, to her
To each other.
They also talk to spirits in my house
Every night at 11
I’ve been pretending that it isn’t
Every night at 11
But it’s always
Every night at 11
They howl and hiss
Pounce, gallop
Leap and assist
They are hunting ghosts, I think
Spirited canaries floating twixt divisions
Undead mice speaking tongues in the walls
They know we are listening
They know the cats are talking
It’s them they call out to
The spirits, apparitions
They don’t need cuddles
And they don’t need provisions
It’s gotta be ghosts
They’ve been yeowling the same rhythms.
Messages, Ouijis
Cats speak clearly to these minions
I just wish they would let me sleep
Catch some shut eye, rest in position.
I see demons in the shadows
Cats, keeping the ghosts awake all night
Blurring the lines between our dimensions.