Philemon

 If anyone wondered who this poem was about, here he is:

Philemon

Philemon paws at the glass door, 

Answering what call? 

No cat no dog no bird to catch, 

Going against his own self? 

Up against the pane, 

Reared and aroused. 

Bring him a toy of fluffy felt 

And he’ll forget the mirror world, 

No lure no mates no more.