'Cats' by A. S. J. Tessimond
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So It Goes editor Joshua Bullock's feature in our upcoming Issue.2 cites the opening verse of this as an example of the beauty of the written word; something we should hold dear and not let go in the face of digital advances.  

'Cats' by A. S. J. Tessimond

Cats no less liquid than their shadows Offer no angles to the wind. They slip, diminished, neat through loopholes Less than themselves; will not be pinned

To rules or routes for journeys; counter Attack with non-resistance; twist Enticing through the curving fingers And leave an angered empty fist.

They wait obsequious as darkness Quick to retire, quick to return; Admit no aim or ethics; flatter With reservations; will not learn

To answer to their names; are seldom Truly owned till shot or skinned. Cats no less liquid than their shadows Offer no angles to the wind.