OPTIONAL POETRY

[This Cat] Demented by night, his eyes deep saucers for lapping up light, hungry for the hunt, naturalized to a sleepy house but not at home in it, residing more in the space between the jam and the barely -closed door or in motion just beyond the window, with midway desires, a contrary nature, to kill prey dead but also play, to go but stay, for me to hold his tensile weight, his lazy drape achieving the aim his involuntary […]