coughs silky-soft tortie deep in her pillow-paws,
curled in Chevy belly pan.
Rain-drilled metal rouses marjaryasana,
her midnight yoga roll.
Disembodied green-orbed slits emerge
dry under Chevy batwings.
Cloud-released moonlight illuminates
police cars that give no chase
to stolen cars dumped in the weeds
of junkyard dank.
Furry silhouettes without a breed
or pedigree slink from flat rubber skins,
three-window & banjo rear ends
& draw furmidable lines.
her tail like wipers in misty rain.
Two youngsters face off, ears up & flattened
guttural meOrowl, squabble for territorial claims.
Tortie crouches & bends half-bit ear
and sings a song that no one hears.
She jumps to Chevy belly pan & caught
that membrane where dream and reality coexist,
& purrs Pawsability, hollow-echoes of home.