It much preferred to stay inside
a pen or pot of ink and hide.
But every now and then that cage
has leaked out on an empty page
and you may see it caught right there,
sadly standing still, aware
of how its inky life will fade
once the book is closed and laid
upon a shelf to gather dust,
but leave it there, you really must
for Dodocats prefer it so.
Just leave them be and let them go.
Poem © 2016 Dom Conlon
Illustration © 2016 Chris Riddell