I wrapped the flaps of my coat
around the roundness of his velvet bulk,
shushing into his oil slick shadow coal
-colored fur. He calmed down
in my arms, and I thought about
eclipses and clouds and cold
nights and how much easier
it is to see a black cat when
there is snow on the ground.
Sammy (short for Samhain) is one of our cats, and possibly the most terrified cat in history. I'm his favorite person, and he still acts like I might kick him when I go to pick him up.
It was too cloudy to see the eclipse. Rage.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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