Monday, February 23, 2015

Feline Valentine

The mockingbird glares
down at the dozing cat
spring enters cautiously
 
our ancient migrant life
sleeping under the star-roof
too bright to sleep
 
the cat knows I’m
no match for her
it starts to rain
 
she takes advantage
of the rain to lick
the sunlight clean
 
in animals we see
what we could have been
if we quit being everything else

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