Cats Play This

Cats Play This

 

A rapier blade felt in a moment

as I stand, opened to the thought

of how to feed upon the scraps

of early morning dumpster sacks

Some sharpness on my tail, a prick

I turn & face your grinning lips

& so the game is on again

The gentle prod of underbelly

The cautious slaps till you are ready

to pierce & roll me into place

where my ribs crack

& still my breath.

Reviews

[Phil Sanders]

You create some wonderful mind pictures ....