Thursday, December 17, 2009

cat poetry

morning - mary oliver

salt shining behind its glass cylinder.
milk in a blue bowl. the yellow linoleum.
the cat stretching her black body from the pillow.
the way she makes her curvaceous response to the small, kind
then laps the bowl clean.
then wants to go out in the world
where she leaps lightly and for no apparent reason across the
then sits, perfectly still, in the grass.
i watch her a little while, thinking:
what more could i do with wild words?
i stand in the cold kitchen, bowing down to her.
i stand in the cold kitchen, everything wonderful around me.

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