A Cat

by

Hay Machine

She climbed the gate
with constant eye
prowling upwards towards the sky
Heavenly reward entrapped
a seagull feather spinning flapped

The quill now useless like a broken pen
in disbelief the hunter freezes when
encouraged by a brazen gust
released and lifeless dust to dust
and she now helpless
sees it free unfurl
and fly untimely from its wrought-iron curl

The scornful disbelief that she reserves
for prey so swift it flies beyond her claw
the lifeless feather dangles higher
mocking fate and teasing almost jeering at her jaw
the heartfelt sinking feeling we endure
when disappointing news reveals its thaw
in Genesis the bird was born to fly
its pain projected inward by the eye

She turns her head
towards the gravel ground
sharpened by the climb in silent sight no sound
her nature quite fulfilled by the strategy alone
proud of her capacity
motionless upon this gilded throne

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