First, months

of flash, thud, shudder,

then the wailing...

                            Months,

that's half a young cat's life

Now we're up on the edge

and over, on the mountain

with mountains beyond. Behind us,

            in the dark

of the valley, villages are embers

Let's take a walk

around the park,

but please don't forget

that you have to bark.

No matter what you

want to say,

Just watch, think and bark,

okay?

Not many people in the park,

nobody near enough to hear me,

if I say a poem or two.

So I do.

There is a place (believe me,

            she said) where if, if

                          you go beyond

the street lights, to the lane's end,

                   ...not white like the snow

more moon-panther or silvery cloud-cat

with her ripple-patterns melting as (oh,

but she's beautiful) you stare