cat-action

so-quick-the-moves-all-blur-together;
so
still
a
dust
mote
moves
at
the
speed-of-light.
That’s how my cat plays
when I jiggle the bell and feathers on a rope
around the house.
My-adrenaline-pumps-when-she-grabs-it
and
almost
goes
to
sleep
for
her
nonchalant
pauses.
I can tell she likes the concept of safari around the living room and kitchen
because she can sit by that toy and really, earnestly hint that it’s time
for me,
yes me to
come on down!
and play
the prey is right!

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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