A kitten purring in St Laurent’s hurly-burly.
Under a gazebo. Snuggling in a young sleeping woman’s arms.
On Portugal Park’s tiles.
By her side, her boyfriend. Her misfortune companion moves a foot.
The feline opens an eye.
It’s noon.
A neighbouring resident complaining.
They might be “drug addicts.”
She called the police.
The sun won’t wake them up.
One hour later, they’re still sleeping.
Despite November’s cold weather.
A kitten purring in St Laurent’s hurly-burly.