Diana Rosser

Working Cats - Poem by Diana Rosser

Working cats slink silently
over cool shadows pressed into Medina walls;
round contours of emporia spice
keeping low, skirting colourful displays
in and out of long languid days, down
narrow street leading to bright sunlight
glinting off cobbles and stone.

Casting form on to ancient grounds
arching their back away from fevered crowds
turning a lazy eye into the heat of day
stretched out, waiting for the cover of night.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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