Monsieur Chat ici à la Ville de Québec

Tony has sent me a package with a digital camera, received today. My first picture was of Monsieur Chat as he appears above rue St. Jean in Faubourg St.-Jean-Baptiste.

Beneath is a poem I wrote some time back with its footnote saying somebody should take a picture.




a triolet for Monsieur Chat
who has come all the way from Europe


Don’t worry for Mister Cat getting wet in the Atlantic.
This one on rue St. Jean has wing things. He can fly.
You’d agree, Quebec’s cat seems slightly less frantic.
(Don’t worry for Mister Cat getting wet in the Atlantic.)
And he speaks, at last, which may explain why he’s less manic.
“Expos-tes” says his word balloon — though who on earth knows why.
Don’t worry for Mister Cat getting wet in the Atlantic.
This one on rue St. Jean has wing things. He can fly.

And here's the website for the Wikipedia article about Monsieur Chat: http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/M._Chat