26. The Tragedy of the Marble Cat
This marble cat sits
On a marble windowsill,
Watching everlasting asphalt streets.
On marble haunches,
Teases metal cars
With its sleek, cold grace.
Lifelike marble tail,
Slender as hairless stone can be,
Almost seems to swing,
With a touch of imagination.
Bright emerald eyes wink,
Almost intelligently.
But not for all the imagination in the world
Will this marble cat ever
Catch a single real mouse.

27.
I dreamed a dream of sunshine

I knew all along that it would end this way,
But I didn't realize that it would be this way.
I knew all along what I had to do,
But I never took time to see what I was doing.
I knew I had to gain their trust in order to work against them,
But I never thought that in gaining their trust I would learn to love them.