Escher's Cat
ascends stone stairs stepped
in ceaseless four-sided cycle,
searching for his master,
his scent, his voice, his lap
laps round to the stairs' start
to be split by a ray of light,
multiplied, rotated, translated,
a tessellated tapestry of paws
scrambling for purchase,
transposed into a stream
forever filling and filled by
the plunge of a waterfall
falling, feet first, neatly,
into Escher's waiting hands,
stroked, soothed, settled
into drowse, ears scratched
the scratch of pen to paper
as Escher's hands lift out
of the page, draw each other,
pause to pet the napping cat.
