My pal Zozimus

Zozimus is the best cat

He meows a lot, sits on lap

He gets in spats with everything

Other cats, magpies, mice, even bats

He is the sole cause of ecological collapse

The minute I write his name he arrives back

Despite how many times I shouted it, shaking the bag

I suppose it’s just coincidence but I evince an incidence

Of magical importance, impudent not to the report it

Soon my house is surrounded by aurors

Taking sounds of my magical aura

People who look important, furrowed brow Gordon Ramsey

Ramheaded, dressed like fantasy princes scrutiny intense

Like old friends meeting again.

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