If you breathe in the way of a cat
slowly and careful when preying on birds,
or purring: caressed into comfort by hands
or sleeping in warmth from the hearth;
if you hiss with each intake of air when
confronted by tom-cats in March
instead of mindlessly breathing the air,
burning what’s given to share;
how can you claim that you know
anything about life or about kittens?
Poetry for Poetry Pantry, trying to catch up, and write 30 poems in April.
April 22, 2018