A narrow copper strip
Of tiny fairy lights
Fixed to the underside
Of the kitchen shelving
For a decorative
Effect switched on at night
Is dangling and broken
Where it’s meant to attach.
Underneath it, a cat
Appears dedicated
To ripping down the rest,
Committed to the work
Of dismantling this strip
Of copper fairy lights,
Dedicated in fact.
You could chase off the cat.
Let it out to kill birds.
Or just let it remain
Content with obsession,
Given domestication
Has rewired it like that.
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