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Caeser’s Cat - Aug. 25, 2023

  • Gary Hunter
  • Aug 24, 2023
  • 1 min read

Ancient Ephesus for that

stew of Turkish Greek and

Roman relics the tourist’s kids

have no appetite


but the stray cat

on the foot of Augustus Caesar

lapping a puddle between his toes

that they’ll photograph


or lean down for a selfie

with a sleeping street dog

or a picture with friends in a stiff wind

arms out mouths open hair flying


while here I sit catered

cloth napkin dinner surrounded

by the ruins of the Library of Celsus

tossing crumbs to sparrows


lost in the quick pecks

of their godless little lives

than the marbled majestic ones

crumbling all around me

 
 
 

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