The Cats of
for Janet
Like babies, they cry
in dark hours.
We, the wakened cannot know
what drives their fierce desire:
hunger, fear, or love?
Like prayers, they greet the dawn
light, leaping forth
as we, the earthbound
stumble clumsily
amongst their prey.
Like our hearts, they hunt
for shelter from the brutal
noon-time sun.
Like ghosts, they gather
in the twilight,
plotting mischief,
while we fight to stay
awake until the bedtime
story’s end.
Like beings human and divine,
they prowl
beneath the waning
Tammuz moon
and howl, howl, howl—
as if they might
remind the whole world
how full it is
of their glory.
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