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.
—–
white cat
