[Saoirse]
Our
new cat has arrived at home.
She’s
hiding behind the couch.
Saoirse.
Circe
is not right.
She
is not Circe
Or
Saucy or Sauces. Sushi, no.
Pronounced
Shirr Sea,
like
rain on the ocean
making
easy silken designs.
“Shirr
Sea,” we practise
on
the friendly side of the couch,
“Shirr
Sea, here’s a bowl of water.”
Irish
as it happens
and
it happens with some regularity
wedged
behind the couch, purring.
Addressed
Sir She,
as
you would a lady possessed
of
the demeanour of lord of the manor.
She
is white with ginger markings
off
the streets her papers say
and
only one year old
landed
on her feet
but
for now sweet mews from the couch.
Her
thoroughly Irish name means Freedom
“Like
Saoirse Ronan -
you
know, ‘Little Women’!”
“Um
vaguely yes of course.”
One
day fearless she’ll be lord of the manor
walk
soft as rain on sea
but
on Day Two she’s behind the couch.

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