Inscrutable Mind
Sept 21 2022
The furtive cat
who sleeps most days
and comes awake at night
presents the dead mouse
like a routine offering;
just part of the job
expected of her.
The nocturnal slayer
who stalks, hunkers, waits,
ambushing
unsuspecting prey
with lightning lunges
and lethal claws.
The sleek black fur
which she grooms fastidiously
with acrobatic ease
remains unruffled by the hunt.
Her impassive face
expresses nothing
of an inner life.
But this is what we love
about cats;
their lithe grace
feline beauty
inscrutable minds.
The bracing wildness
with which they quicken our lives.
Even a dog person like me
who finds cats too cool to love
too distant for my needs
appreciates this.
And then the fat lazy cat,
-- a cuddler
who loves belly-rubs
and only hunts in her dreams --
I just might warm up to.
No dead mice,
eviscerated squirrels,
decapitated birds
with blood-stained feathers
and broken wings.
No fear
she will turn on me
in the dead of night
under cover of dark.
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