The cat you see between the two railways
is really a signal apparatus, fixed
there. I can never see it right myself
for all it may resemble something cute
with a white breast and concomitant bright eyes.
It would be clear in a good enlarged photo.
And yet, about now, three fifty or so,
before the London - Penzance train gets in,
a cat - I forget what kind of colour
it is - rushes out from one of the gardens
at Rose an growse, across the lines into
the space on the other side. The train passes,
dragging its weary passengers behind,
to the once holy headland, the dumping ground;
then the cat returns from fields to its own territory,
ahead of the shabby Penzance - London train
abandoning West Penwith. It *has washed its arse
where you see cat where there is a machine.
Usually, it dashes, avoiding observation.
Each time I've been here, it's done the same.
It may not do it every day. It does -
There it is! head down into the bushes.
No. You've missed it. Wait till it comes back...
All you'll get's a quadrupedal image
and two lines running through sub-rural green.
This is the one going towards Penzance.
That's good to get a free ride on, you know.
Unless you flaunt it, they can't be bothered.
Penzance welcomes you, it says at the end.
Written in both languages. I'm sure that helps!
All other welcomes there will cost you cash.
Here's the cat! and you without camera still.
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