A night nest

A curled up cat
On my days out purse purring
Our daily rain around him pouring
He’s the white bunny under the black hat
Smelling the everlasting smell
Of the ravenous squirrel that ate
From my extended hand a plump nut
The fluffy rodent gone, there’s nothing left but
The imprint of the squirrel’s paw for the cat, late
At night, he pervades himself with the fur, like Icarus
When driven heavenward didn’t see the sun and fell
The cat is sound asleep, he doesn’t notice us
He chases the squirrel, quiet down! – He’s dreaming!

March 14, 2016
Guillotière, Lyon