February 5, 2013

All I Could Not Stand Stood for Me

The back legs

They tremble before it launches

There is somebody's haunches before there is prey

There is dust, air, sunshine or nightscapes, segmentations we call niches, niches we call noontime, and assorted meridians

I'm reading a book

And that's that

Location:Melvin Dr,Baltimore,United States


Susan said...

My cat--Miracle, a silver tabby--is getting old like that. We wait out her last years, her sleeping, me reading. Love this.