The cat brought in a songbird today.
Unharmed, the tiny brown thing darted
Up to perch beside the cactus on the top shelf.
Silence. But for the dreary hum of the
Television and the tumble dryer. How dull
To him our world must seem, I thought,
How full of corners and clutter and dust.
I opened the front door and out he flashed,
Leaving strangeness for the wild autumn sky.