Zen cat says “woof!”
She wants me to hand over the beads.
She tries to tell me there are no beads
and there is no cat, no me,
so just hand over the beads.
And when I argue she smacks
me with her paw and smiles.
Maybe she is a feline incarnation
of a great master (her belief in not harming
sentient beings forgotten, as the moth
in the kitchen could attest, if it still
lived), sent to teach me things
that cannot be taught with words
or thoughts. And either way, she does
love to play with bits of wood
and a tassel laced on string.
“Meow” Zen cat says, “I was only joking.”
(Our Mimi-cat with
my her mala beads.)