Shadorma for Gnocchi who wakes from catnaps to choose violence
mean gray cat’s
white socks camouflage
tiny knives–
flick of paw
nicks my wrist if I risk a
path too close by him
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I love the clever way you show the truth about cats in this poem and the line “white socks camouflage
tiny knives–“
It reminds me how it’ takes sometimes the show of those tiny knives on my cat too—to remember he’s wild somewhere deep in that animal heart… thank you!!
Thanks, Ann!
I have one of those mean grays. Absolutely you have to give those type a wide berth!
Very well done – the sound work is exquisite!
this is so delicious
on the tongue