Wednesday, January 19, 2011

416. Kristallnacht

As rude armed men
shatter the windows,
my cat, forever
feminine, dreams of food
and simple affection.
She leaps upon the page
in want of both,
here and now.

A separate arrogance
lies behind these
eternal scribblings,
I say to the cat, as I
stroke her softness,
hide the parchment,
then head for the door
for what will follow.