CORUNNA STREET: a Glasgow song

Seven cats lay out on the street tonight
My cat watched from the window as she licked her lips
The bowling green was spread like a table of grass
The sun came back to the sky with a warm light flash

A cold wind blew down Corunna Street
An old man with a grudge had set a van on fire
A young man spat out of a first floor window
The wind caught the spit and blew it back inside

Up there in the avenue of trees and broken fences
You sit tearing old letters and files
Smoothing out photographs remembering faces
Still denying what you see in your own brown eyes

I tried to take a photograph of a cat rolling over
I've never yet learned how to get close and not disturb
This morning a friend on a rolling wheeled bicycle
Peddled me with oranges and herbs

With tricky feet in two tone shoes
He took me for a ride down easy street
Held me up a lamp-post and shook me till the light arrived
Kissed me hard while hanging by his knees

Are there pathways in the air for the birds as they fly
Can they feel their way with their wings
Are there pathways on the earth that can lead me to you
Could I feel my way there through my skin