The only witness
to the accident
was a cat
who sat on the sofa
not blinking once
while her beloved
human stumbled
and struck
his head against
the corner of
the marble table and
afterwards (I’m using
my imagination
here — as any
ordinary person
would) the cat
did sniff
the blood
as it pooled
on the floor
of the kitchen
and did briefly
entertain the question
of whether or not
to taste the blood
but then this question
dissolved into simple
action — into simply
what we call
experience
which is any
phenomenon
our tongues happen
to meet.