By way of a second precursor to my “Aesop’s Leap – Fables for Today”, here is something else I’ve recently written:

AS IF HE WERE A KIND OF CHESHIRE CAT

 

He’s been known to laugh at himself in the mirror,

usually after a skinful, so not automatically

in an incredulous or self-flagellatory way.

More rueful, he might say.

 

Like when he takes a bathroom break

towards the end of a back-in-the-game date

which seems to be heading in more or less

the direction he’d let himself anticipate.

 

It’s then you’ll hear his soft collusive bark –

ah you and me again old friend – as if to say

he’s sensed no man of his particular description

will one day stand on either side of anybody’s glass,

but in the broad continuum there still will be this laugh.