The black cat with the golden eyes
hides in the garden
with the broken-necked tulips
in the Spring.
The tulips
in their pink headscarves
will never raise their gaze again--
only their arms
to the blank blue sky.
The black cat with the steady gaze
hides in the garden
fascinated with the dun-colored mourning dove
on the gray sill.
The mourning dove
watches for the speckled hawk
beneath the yellow sun
of April.
Everything watching every other. I love this and can see it so clearly.
ReplyDeleteI love the mood of this, transitory but rich, simple but textured with meanings, like spring itself, the bringer of new life and change, all realized in the intricacies of a moment like the one you give us here. I love the stateliness if the black cat, and the description of the tulips especially, flowers hostage to the March winds.
ReplyDeletePS. Perfect title.
Delete"will never raise their gaze again-- only their arms" Wow. The garden as killing field.
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