listening to Mozart's Magic Flute. What
can she be hearing? What
can the air carry into her ears like that,
her ears swiveling like radio dishes that
are tuned to all the noise of the world, flat
and sharp, high and low, a scramble of this and that
she can decode like nobody's business, acrobat
of random airs as she is? Although of course a bat
is better at it, sifting out of its acoustic habitat
the sound of the very shape of things automat-
ically -- and on the wing, at that. The Magic Flute! What
a joy it is, I feel, and wonder (to the end this little scat)
does, or can, the cat.
- Cat Scat by Eamon Grennan
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