‘Bodily decrepi-
itude is wisdom.’ You don’t
say! I’m up and down

all night with the cat,
my Urgent Bladder mocking
my desire for sleep.

‘When the body is
old’ (C. Wright) ‘the heart becomes
older still.’ The cat

thinks I want to play.
Plaything of the gods, I do,
I do want to play.

In her tiny voice,
the cat sings. I follow in
my best falsetto.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.

One thought on “Falsetto”

  1. Beautiful. Human. Such a lovely moment that captures what we feel and how we are. Cat and human antiphony. Life in the moment of loving the other.


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