Enkidu recently disappeared for (we think) three nights in a row, which isn’t typical behaviour, and in the end I found him on the corner of Victor St and Canal St where there’s a little alleyway that goes down to the canal, and I brought him home. (This confirms what other neighbours had told me, that he spends his time hanging out down at the canal, and this may be where he finds his mice.)
Anyway, this is by way of background to the fact that my friend Max Pensky, who has been a visiting philosopher at Oxford this year, is living round the corner from us in Jericho, on the street to which Enkidu is a frequent visitor, and has now turned to haiku.
First, there was this:
Indignant but glad he’s found
Like any good cat.
Then, yesterday, this:
Glimpsed, black-white quicksilver flash.
“Flink,” the Germans say.
And, this morning, the third instalment:
Quite sharp, or quite soft.