Cat Poetry

FAMILY CAT

Cat slinks to the sun

out of cool shrubbery,

languids his way

across grass whisky-brown,

flops and espaliers himself

on courtyard pavers,

his legs furry sticks

exciting the geometry

of angles and curves

into new symbols.

He opens his mouth,

pink satin-lined purse

of black velvet,

then shuts tight

snapped on a fly.

One yellow eye

opens, smoulders,

glazes to glass,

eyelid droops

and the curtain falls…

sleep.

Dawn Bruce