Poem 005.
02/13/2026
twinkling light bathes white fur pink
warm body that goes up and down
an anchor amongst an otherwise tempest
flex of claws punctuate a televised hum
twitching nose and tense whiskers,
precursors to her glorious hunt
alas, only a dream
where starling and hare slip away
into the annals of history
as do all companions, eventually
