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.