By Thomas Page
Dr. Reading wanted to make a scene
By transforming a cat into a dream
Teacher by the end of fifteen school weeks.
Sangchu, his proposed student, barely speaks
Nor communicates with the clarity
Normally reserved by rarity
Of talking animals. “This is harder
Than I initially envisioned,” to her
He said. Remembering phonemes, he
Drew a word chart and broke down what would be
Logical to any human student.
“Now, Sangchu,” he said, “it would be prudent
If you would work with me and sound out these
Phonemes for me, if you can, if you please.”
The little gray cat turned her head away
From him to watch orioles and blue jays
That were much more important to a cat
Than phonics. Reading, thinking her a brat,
Closed the curtains and got closer to her
Saying extremely slowly, “If this were
Some empire of cats or pax felis
Then you may very well begin to cease
Your studies to curse Audubon’s paintings
Or whatever other little hating
You have stored in your little kitty head.
But we’re on the cusp some shred
Of research that cats can learn from teaching
And maybe the cause of others’ learning.”
The piqued man turned his head away to the
Chart and wrote down two syllables, a
“Sang” and a “chu.” He looked at her and said,
“Your name is ‘Sangchu.’ Although I will dread
Whatever you’re about to do, please try
And sound these syllables out loud. Apply
What I have taught you so far during our
Lectures and class discussions.” But the hour
That a cat would speak English was not to
Pass. Instead, the housecat yowls softly and mews
With the sense of satisfaction that she
Did whatever the giant wanted, free
Of the burden of remembering what
The difference between “meow” and “mew.” But
Needs of the student were not on his mind.
He had a lesson plan that was streamlined
To meet all of his expectations. Blind
Of his years of experience, he whined
That all of these exceptions were weighing
Down the process of flow or conveying
The true nugget of information that
His student was missing. He sees the cat
Bathing in sunlight like a flat doormat
Like some woolly, careless aristocrat.
He thinks of his own schooling and how he
Needed extra instruction like a key
To the English language so that he could
Read. He walked to her placed on the hardwood
And sat down with her, “I know I can be
Hard on you but I am trying to see
If I can teach you basic ABCs”
Looking at the scene like a Grecian frieze
He rethought his lesson plans to be more
Aware of differentiation, core
Standards, and the needs of his student. “That’s
All right,” he said, “It is not like herding cats.”
This originally was a final project for a reading in education class. This was a reflection of a lesson plan I designed around The Heart of a Dog which talks about a plastic surgeon transforming a dog into a person. This ends up blowing up in his face.
The poetic form is a Russian stanza called chastushki. This is a quatrain of AABB.
