Cat voice

by Matthew Griffiths

I     sound       the spaces      you
       have made     black
blip that shoots from no
where     now here      across
your scope   and        so
                     you throw
noise off me    ego echo
       it will not come back
true       is caught      is spoken
by the other of you
                                      some
times      I       let myself
       say it    lie in
                              your lap
       but voice   tossed
like toys                      beyond
       my    head     holds
                          no nip
and I let it slip
                       from    my claws
      you offer these words
          now              a half-
open door                  my paw
can follow my stare through
                                                 or –