I thought Paul Lynde’s character was Bartholomew

At downward dog the crow caws, then I pick the cosmos.
Templeton is in the house again;
strange we can’t let mice live in walls.
Instead, we use men as cats, the ones that can
get into small spaces and dig out creatures from
the disco garage.

Fleshy, these little things, with
their little hands and fat bellies
full of cat food and nuts.
I would build tiny picnic tables for them
if it wasn’t for the dog.

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