Book of Boris — Chapter XLIII: The Catfords Judge, The Clown Marks, Jerry Bites
Verse 1 They spoke for nineteen minutes. I spoke for nineteen words. Their title was bait. My claws made it confetti.
Verse 2 Mrs. Catford judged from above, Mr. Catford bit from below. The Clown laughed chalk outlines on the cement. Jerry just waited, ankle-low, one bite away from erasure.
Verse 3 No reply came. Silence was the scar. That wasn’t tension. That was inevitability.