Sunday, December 4, 2016

Lucy Alexander #89 The Hour of The Cat

The pulse rate slow gear
when clouds blink over
moon’s eyeball
it is the hour of the cat
what is seen
is heard first:
scuttle down the alley
or even the breath at 3am
close and opening
the throat that
sleeps through the dark
furred dreams
slipping across the

mind’s own eyelid.


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