This has been languishing on my hard disk for a while. Now seems like as good a time as any to post it. This is completely original, but it based on an essay by John Cage in ``Silence.''
It was going to be a song, but now it probably isn't.
Rhombus
you bark obtusely; (sample of cow mooing)
you are shorthair
second only to mushrooms.
Zen is a bowl of friskies
dumped in your bowl accidentally
instead of cycle three.
Rhombus
your bark is less irritating
to the neighbors
than incomprehensible art
howl mightily, Rhombus
and dream during the silent moments
of being a dalmation.