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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