noticing a stranger’s grimace
He had a mobile face.
A face that, in times of negativity,
rage or despair, resembled a thin pancake
folding into the side of the pan.
On witnessing an assault
Though not generally a cruel person, the ease
with which she flicked the cat from the chair
had a certain barbaric, triumphant quality.
The family, ailurophiles to the core, experienced shock
as if a gardener had beheaded a favourite rose
or a priest displayed Tourette’s.
The feline was certainly not amused.