It drools on the threshold of my mind –
Nameless, heartless beast,
Waiting, ever waiting, for me to take one – step – out.
Then, oh then it shall leap
High into the air and land, claws first, on my head.
I watch a cat wait by a hole in the ground.
It does not move save for the flick of its long, thin tail.
The foolish mole emerges
Wednesday, April 11, 2007