Once, on a stair, I saw a cat.
The cat saw me, and then it spat.
And hissed. And Arched. And puffed its tail.
( As a sign of friendship, I'd call it a fail. )
Ghosts and Cats have a long history
Of one-sided feline animosity.
It offends the cat to see me there,
Where a ghost shouldn't be upon the stair.
With a snarl and a huff, for that's the cat's way,
She tells me pointedly to just go away;
That I didn't belong when I am on the stair,
Ignored by others who say I'm not there.
I explain, when I can, that I can't go away,
For I'm not a ghost, as some people say.
I'm just a hologram, hanging on the wall.
The ghost you saw isn't here at all.
-- © Jesse Chisholm, October 8th, 2016