Figaro was the word given to the 'foosh' pattability
Which trilled 'brrook-brrook' in fluent 'cat'.
I pursued it, I loved it.
Black fur moving fast on legs.
The fluttering of birds swam in the air
Under wire, the size of a room
And hairy brushes ran about the floor
Squeaking in guinea pig.
I learned to open the door of this caged world
And spent my time being part of this world.
Mitsy was yellow and I watched the yellowness fly,
Out from the wire world
Into the expanse of space
And I was in awe.