The disappearance of a cat is a good omen,He said when she told him that hers was missingA week after moving into her new house.Cats in captivity violate the natural order,He said. They should be out prowling, leftTo fend for themselves in the streets and alleysOf cities whose night life depends on them,Of having them in the picture along with a cigarette,A lamppost, the lid of an aluminum garbage can,A police siren, an off-duty nightclub dancerIn a flimsy frock, with a runIn her nylons. A searchlight, a spotlight.Strapless. The theater poster on the wall. http://amplify.com/u/brsm1