awakened to life outside the window
You hazily gaze into the mid summers night
sitting atop the second floor air conditioner
comfortably sat a cat
sedate in watchful prowl
moonlight lit blue the window
pointed ears perked in silhouette against the neighboring Victorian gingerbread
the cats head spun
one hundred and eighty degrees
blink browed eyes blink
muted strange nose
smoothly sloped shoulder
small compact shape
the cats legs
unfold into
wings
owl wings
You wonder if you ever woke.
This piece brings true poetry back from the dead. You're a careful observer of yourself and your surrounding world with the right mind and soul to translate emotion into art. I loved it, and enjoyed reading every careful word. good work
I'm glad you woke, if only to allay my fears with this enchantment that you make to soothe the savage yeast, crested too unreasonably immodest in me. I'm glad you woke, Alison, if only to weave these seeming disparate forms and sounds into one uniquely expressed and conducted opus.
