In the yellow light of the cat's eye
the night is coiled like a lamprey
winding dark flexes in a corkscrew pulse,
leaving its ripple trail faint on the surface,
incising electric heart's current below
where the crayfish and shiners
pushflip against water
in an agony to escape
that shock-needled jaw.
Under the pressing black of the cat's paw
vision is blurred and thoughts slow.
The gasp of constriction expels in old voices
familiar but fading, soft as lavender budding,
sharp as yesterday's bones, a rictus
retelling the beads of regret,
a damned catechism
mantra'd to nonsense
reprising till sunup.
In the amber swim of the cat's eye
sun's boat floats in prismed mirage play,
leaf and limb decoupage round the small world's rim
bowled with still water, green branch ears listening
to the cocking of the crossbow, rapt for the slap
of the next homing bolt, where one spider tree
bares her heartwood alone,
blind as the dead
in the fey catnip woods.
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Sunday Photo Challenge: The iPhone photos of Margaret Bednar
Images: © Margaret Bednar
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