The Strange One

When you reach home deranged as a bumble bee
jabbering about carnivores, djinn, shadows,
Ive just bathed Mngwa, plumped his brindled fur,
trimmed claws, dressed him in ginger silk pyjamas
and tucked him into bed.
Hes snoring like an armadillo.

Youre scared he'll slink out tonight on velvet paws
with pert ears, dripping fangs and eyes wild and keen, 
off to the boondocks, where you believe hell spring
rumbling and maiming entire populations.
I just hear him purring,
my donkey-sized, stripy tabby cat.

Helen Freeman

Helen Freeman grew up in the Turkana desert among many exotic creatures and tales.
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