The insult of the poor man’s hunger isn’t for you to appease
and  the avenger’s zeal isn’t for you to cool down
and the bulldozed house isn’t for you to protect with your body
and the baby pram that goes up by a whirlwind into heaven
isn’t for you to seize and bring down gently
and the reign of evil isn’t for you to cast out   
 
therefore tend to your own home
 
go to the one who loves you
to  your one and only  
to the yellow plea in the slits of its eyes
and bury your face in its fur.
 
One caress
for one cat
in the world.