THE RED CORD (poem).

Try this with your cat:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=atr9l6UpdFY

Warning, touch screens should have a protector. 

The red cord

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A red cord winds between us

that hasn’t got a soul.

It’s calligraphic legend

embroidered on a scroll.

Invisible as servant,

a master it is not.

It’s secret? It’s immutable,

impermeable to rot.

I trail, you chase it pouncing

but never chew it through.

Me? Lost every pair of cutters,

even those bought new.

You play at magic cord tricks.

I think out most of them.

I start a game of jump rope

but you tire and leave again.

You’re tripping and I’m hobbled

then when I leave, you yank.

I haul you up cliff faces,

ask why, but draw a blank.

You’ve knotted some macrame pots

that thwack me on the head.

Occasionally flowering,

but sometimes playing dead.

It doesn’t care it trips them

where buried, fouling trolls.

We reminisce together,

and reenact our roles.

It’s cable wound with habit,

as more threads make it broad.

Telephony or pathy,

We dredge it up when bored.

Ruby fibre optical

lies glooming in the deep.

It never will be optional.

If ‘twere, watch sages weep,

for you are Queen and jester,

yea brilliant, twice my brain.

I would not mind three hundred cords

to hear you laugh again.

Copyright Runningonempty.

Happy Birthday for next week, Margo. 

This is a well rated (human) game for two players:

Red rope, don’t fall behind

https://jammarnets.com/product/tug-of-war-ropes-soft-3-4-poly-dacron/