My Feline Acrobat

My Feline Acrobat


I’m busy doing
my morning routine
in the bathroom.

Sasha likes to sit in
the north-facing window there
in the cool dawn shade.

I’m between the floor
and the window sill. She
does not want me to pick her up.

From the marble tiles,
she bounds up to my right leg,
springing onto the window sill.

As she grooms herself,
only then does my feline roommate
allow me to pet her longer than momentarily.



May 6, 2011

One Bird

Bird on rope
sits
in quiet contemplation

Crimson sun
frames
tiny song messenger

Avian contends with
dangers
speaking its own foreign tongue

Human writing poem
wishes
to understand this language

Before the next
sunset
winged creature flies home