a Kat named Jack
flexed wide-eyed
at me
and fell back asleep
i tripped over her
one day
in Westminster
with clear skies
and krystallized
road ice
her body
breathed
rhythmically
and sat up attentively
before recoiling
into the
Flat, Kool Kat posture
which was further
exemplified
by her lowered
chin and lowered guard
she sat staring
with eyes closed
and mind dreaming
and mind dreaming
of mice
trapped and maimed
by her grace;
of warmer days;
of kittens
who paw at each other
and play;
of that day
you were jailed
beneath the deck;
of fear
long dark night
creaky footstep;
of voices
punching, calling out
and loud thumping;
of scramblings
of prey and
warm meat;
and eventually after
careful deliberation,
the Kat named Jack
awoke upon return
schizoid and wide-eyed.