Saturday, July 5, 2014

A Cat

Questions? No answers.
I leap from bough to birch,
looking down.
She roams through the
forests in search.
Is she really there?

She has all the answers.
I love the words I hear.
She asks me,
I answer. Grin. Disappear.

My Cheshire existence,
doesn't bother her,
Surprises me.
I grin. I vanish.

What does she think?
Do I know? No.
Who is she?

All I know is.
I keep leaping.
branch to branch,
to see her go.

I wish I was more than a cat.
I could tell her my grins,
my shy invisibility,
is to hide my bare self
my wounds, my fears
my face, my tears.

Because I am afraid.
She might stop talking to me.

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