cat time

on a mottled blue linoleum floor a black and white cat pursues a tiny blue twisty 
he doesn't care the weather is a dull grey
although in ten minutes his game will change
he'll paw at raindrops streaking the kitchen window


cat time
[2012.25.1...a]

a question of nourishment

at the breakfast table, I watch the cat at the window who patiently spies on a sparrow at the balcony's feeder...
he dreams of roast bird;  in my mind, there was never any question of  cat stew...


a question of nourishment
[2012.17.1...a]

before breakfast

late winter sunrise has no sound
it happens after the zen music of my alarm 
the cat's insistent purring
the snap, crackle, pop of my aging joints
I  too stretch before leaving the night's downy warmth
from the kitchen, a feeble meow invites me to hurry
he pounces quickly on my uplifted left leg
hanging like a trophy from my ankle
my first words are "good boy..."



before breakfast
[2012.12.1...a]