A roadside stand
Was selling clouds like ears of corn--
You could shake out real angels
Or deliver yourself into one like post.
"Tell me your deepest desire," a voice said.
I surprised myself by answering, "I want to be a barn cat.
I would have startling eyes, good sharp claws and wild desires,
I would be as beautiful as lazy and belong to no one."
When the stand shut down,
Clouds turning purple in the west,
I switched my tail and asked the angels,
"Is there no one who could love me?
Why must I always be alone?"
Departing, they replied,
"Little barn cat,
You are loved by open spaces and the night;
That is sufficient unto thee."
My deepest desire gained,
I waited for morning and the chance it would bring
To exercise my passionate unreasoning instinct
To kill anything with wings.