With no voice

If my cat were to talk,
would I still stroke him,
feed him,
throw him off the dining table,
forgive him
for presenting me,
with dead mice,
muddying the kitchen floor
and scratching me?


After the attack

broken glass
stuck to the back
of a label

Tristan Moss

If you have any thoughts on these poems,  Tristan Moss would be pleased to hear them.