Cat

Once upon an August, I met a cat during a late-night walk, and when I returned, this poem came pouring out of me. I hadn’t expected to write it, but it remains one of my favorites. What do you think?

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Sinew-strength of willow-swiftness, 
Whisper-steps of soundless silk. 
Shadow-son of will-o’-wispness, 
Drifting ninja, specter-sylph. 

Gold-green eye-flash! 
Sharp-white teeth-gnash! 
Whip-quick tail-lash! 

Gone. 

Note:

First published in the Winter 2020 issue of The Orchards Poetry Journal, p. 107. Free pdf available here, physical copies available here.

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