cat home
An unknown cat,
Not less than that.
I offer my hand,
Common land.
Vertical leaven,
Tail claws the heavens,
My hand's bed,
Ginger head
But a dog's barking
Shadows passive marking.
Cat love means to be alone.
Not every house is a home.
And so it parts.
I thrill to start
Once again,
Who knows when?
The lie and yet not.
The ne're forgot
When hand and fur
Knew what is and were
And made home
Eternal cuddlesome.