Friday, December 25, 2009

tiger prowling

cat speaks

pale one,
be still and watch

how I create the night

this purring darkness
that molds itself to my fur
body against body

see how the wind
to rub against me

until the sway of my ribs
sets it rippling

be still and watch

how I travel
forward into last night's self
returning home

when I exhale, it is
the night that exits

can you follow me

do you want a piece of the dark
to call your own