Thursday, December 18, 2014

CATS IN THE GARDEN

 They try to hide among the tiger lilies.
Good choice for an orange tabby.
I see their blinking eyes among the zinnias.
Or are they winking at me?
What sort of game is this?
A white cat crouches amid the narcissus,
But where does a black cat hide?
In the shadows.
He waits and watches,
Like a Bengal tiger.

And there he is,
The prince of pussycats,
As black as night,
Slinking his way through silky grass,
Down on his belly,
Then pouncing on some imaginary foe.
Up he springs,
Struting proudly
With his usual feline grace,
Strides along in regal possession.
And with one gravity-defying leap,
He’s bounded to the top of the wall,
Makes his exit like a tightrope walker,
Tail aloft,
And, without so much as a backward glance,
He vanishes,

Leaving the garden to his lesser brothers.

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