FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

there is this cat
that looks like a feline version of batman
though without a cape
and a bat-mobile

it sits on a fence
and waits

the trees murmur
and the house stares at it
curiously without blinking

this cat has one life to live
the other eight it lost to the
years of his giving up
that despair and
psychological confusion

now it is prepared to give
the last one

the house is afraid
and closes its door

the wooden fence shakes
like a bridge losing its hold on the other side

tomorrow the cat shall be dead
yet it is prepared with an epitaph

of no regret, its life is always lived
for another
and this is it that really matter