The pawing stretch of leap

space between up spring

down land and falling onwards –

but falling with such deliberate feet

such impertinence to gravity

that even the air believes it.


One cat pounce-fling

the wings of the wind

all in mico-ounces the weight of

the uncaught mouse

is the hup of tail out

and flinging the body

one breath at a time.


Have you seen how cats don’t trip

never miss their leg or stumble

the way the word might on its linea momentum

between me and you?

How, if they know our voices they do not care,

or trust, or know either of those words.

For them the world is as certain as the landing ledge

the solid roof or rail or gutter that lends to them

it’s weight.




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