After the Overture (for Jen) It's only a one-cat circus parked by the river where a small brass band plays a sprightly overture as latecomers straggle in: 'Ladies and Gentlemen! For your edification and enjoyment ...' You're on the highwire still while I whip-up a laugh with my rednose and bucket of confetti, honking horn and outsize shoes. Spotlight sequins dazzle the crowd, your long fishnet legs scissor-kick above a shoal of admirers - but they don't see the clown and the trapeze girl away from the sawdust and canvas in a show of our own doing balancing tricks and laughing at our own late-night pillowtalk with a cryptic cat and no safety-net Andrew 21/6/2006 Bassendean