What would Felix Say?

What would Felix Say?

Imagine a House of Commons 
overrun with cats; white-nosed tabbies 
grousing throated purrs. Question-time, 
Boris sits accused by a thousand jade eyes, 
account for yourself young man.

Standing on two legs, he unfurls a breath,
no words from his mooned-mouth.
Backs arch claws scratch wood and aged stone; 
the whisper of retreating golden fur;
five hundred cats’ arses trace a sorry liberty trail.

Shereen Abdallah ©