Cat is a creature of angles
and swirls.
She keeps one liquid eye
on the sun
and one triangle ear out
for rain’s sheet of silver-
gray static.
Her shoulders curl
and their muscles ruffle
like twin conch shells.
Taffy tongue stretches
between pearl blades
that crunch and click
and snap shut
without warning.
Her brows—whorls of red
fire that expand
and contract
with mood
shifting moon-white
whiskers above eyes
that shine like lollipops
of jade and lemon
whose centers seize light
then spurn it
for a nap.