Yulia’s Cat 
 
The cabin crew lady said that 
We’re approaching Brussels so 
Put on your seat belt, put the  
Trays up, pull the window blinds 
Up, do this but don’t do that and 
Something about in case of an 
Emergency landing that I didn’t 
Hear but hope I don’t regret 
 
It’s gray almost dark looking out 
The window and over the dipping 
Wing though across the aisle 
The fading burning orange sun 
Is looking quite content among 
The comfortable clouds 
 
Yulia’s cat was walking through 
The weeds growing out of the  
Cracked pavement and along the 
Crumbling wall outside the sad 
Soviet community center where 
Communists once arrived to be  
Entertained as their gods, both 
Lenin and Stalin looked down, 
Statue-like, on their pale 
Complexions in their eastern bloc 
Fashion of the times 
 
Luna ignored the passing dogs 
And they too took little interest 
In her shiny white fur, 
this cat who came from across 
The Belarus border where they 
Don’t debate whether they should 
Pull all the Soviet statues down 
And put them in an obscure park 
Instead of leaving them littering 
The country’s squares and  
Street corners bringing back 
Memories many wish to forget 
Yulia said that her country depends 
On Russia to prop up their  
wretched economy so statues 
are a small price to pay 
 
Luna walks in the long shadow 
Of the Soviet monster 
Oblivious to Lithuania’s history 
or all those Jews buried beneath 
 
Belgium is dark now and the landing 
Gear comes down with a long deep 
Groan as I think about the Soviets 
And Yulia’s cat
Michael Adubato
Michael Adubato was born and raised in New Jersey
but moved across the ocean and settled in Belgium, mainly because the beer and
soccer are better. When he’s not at a stadium watching a game, he’s thinking
about where to go for the next game. He also writes about those games for the
website Yanks Abroad when the poems aren’t flowing.   He has
previously been published in Ariel Chart in Spring 2020 and has also
appeared in The Piker Press and The Dope Fiend Daily. 
 

any poem that mentions cats and pisses on the soviets is completely in my wheelhouse.
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