In the silence of dawn
opening the window
I caught sight of a cat
in a basket I had left,
and forgotten,
on my neglected
balcony floor.
It looked so at home,
snug inside it.
Maybe a glimpse
of a necessary attitude:
settling in what's left
like a curling marvel
and silently, secretly,
trying to be snug
in one's own heart,
while keeping going.
3 comments:
cats do love boxes and baskets. I know because I've had many. I sdon't know anything about poetry-but nice little poem.
You catch the attitude and character of the cat perfectly.
lovely! i do think cats have a lot to teach us!
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