Monday, March 30, 2009


The animal urge is strong,
see how it stretches
its jaw with longing,

girds its loins with oil
and rouses hunger's glistening
pulse and throb. Even the weeds
are sprightly, green with vigour.

Among the vibrant grass is a cat.
Long soft smokey fur
and khol-rimmed, golden eyes.

She crouches over her prey,
lets the wing fan open,
allows a small fluster,
then catches the ruffed throat
to her again.

She scents the bones already -
toasted honey.


Blogger Chris Never said...

I wonder if it should be fluster or flutter in S4?

Love khol rimmed golden eyes, yummy

3:42 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

She's the most beautiful cat! My son has taken her to live in his flat now and I really miss her.
I'm not sure about fluster. I'll think about it. Thanks!

12:38 PM  

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