I read one where her father, a cat preying in solitude, instructed us on the virtues of superior people: visits short, silences long, inns of homes. I read: make them all your guests, be a gracious one and eat alone. But I am starved of home. If they tell you you're a guest, listen: keep your visit short. But my life is not an inn, and my cat needs me at his side to eat. (after "Solitude" by Marianne Moore)