Thursday, 30 May 2013

Five Cats and One Ant



Just beneath the stone Buddha
the cat kills a mouse.
He does not even flinch.


The cat
asleep on his favourite spot,
the picnic table.


Sitting above the kitchen door
Waiting for the cat to be fed -
Blue Jays.






Ignoring
The poet’s blank page-
In favour
Of her ears being scratched.










Silk soft in my hands
The cat shows me where to stroke-
Tea growing cold.




Dear ant-
So fragile in my world,
I almost entombed you
Beneath the paving.


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