Almost nonchalantly she places her paws across the tops of the pointed cedar pickets.

   the fence divides two realities:
   on one side rests the chained beast of detection,
   on the other inevitable separation

Why stray on this treacherous path?
   unsafe.
   unwise.
   unkind.
Still she treads lightly.

Just when she approaches safety
   a door opens
   both our faults really
   gravity works
   the beast released
   falling together, joined in pain