On this day, the cat
Got to be a cat
And bring a mouse
Caught in the dark
To the house—a mouse
Who got to be a mouse
And slip through the dark
And get caught—these
Are facts, a mouse
And a cat. The world
Makes things like that.
It’s us who name them,
Us the names who
Make the stars and say
That looks like a dog tail
That spins in the north,
And if a cat gets a mouse,
That’s not a truth
If we can’t spin it
On its own tale to teach
How facts should mean.