As a cat-lover, I am drawn to David Manning's mathy poem that I offer below:
Live Round by David T. Manning
All ten thousand
parts of cat run
like seventeen jewels
in velvet. Target locked,
she tucks white forepaws.
folds couchant and waits.
One thousand gyros idling
quietly, ordnance round
of bottled death with nose
that never sleeps
tuned to the frequency
of mouse.
After a long career as organic chemist, David Manning turned to poetry. "Live Round" is on my shelves in his collection Negotiating Physics and Other Poems from a Peaceable Kingdom (Old Mountain Press, 1999).
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