March 21*

cat and i
sit on lawn rocks
“glacial erratics”
watching last light leave

robin hurtles toward us
cat springs
four feet into air

claws deep
into robin’s past path—
just a tad late.

if i had half that quickness
half that instinct
fish would be stacked in the freezer
like cordwood

*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.
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white cat