Cat Poetry

Ready to Pounce

She sits at the window screen,
tail-tip twitching,
watching the deer.

        Unaware of the savage beast that wants to run them to ground, 
the deer
        glide silent as goldfish against the shrubbery, and disappear,
        one by one, into the woods.

Her ears rotate forward
her whole body concentrated
into the vibrating hairs that hear their slightest twitch,
alert to the motion of a single leaf of grass.

--
Geoffrey A. Landis and Mary Turzillo