the cat sat on the mat
Schrödinger’s cat sat on his favourite Persian mat
absent-mindedly watching a Foucault’s pendulum swinging
as he pondered the trajectory of mathematics
from Pythagoras’ theorem to Euclid’s Elements.
He washed his paws with thoughtful tongue,
then yawned: ‘I suppose it’s all relative’.
Curling himself into a Möbius strip
in a golden patch of sunlight
he fell into contented sleep
and dreamt of Pavlov’s dog.
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