• Posted on June 30, 2013 at 9:13 pm

contented cat
She sits, paws tucked,
squeezing eyes in the low late sun
by the lake’s edge, under
wind-weaving willow

possesses in her heart
a thousand drifting fish
sleek and dappled and slow
within her paw’s caress.

Content to rest, lives
uncounted beyond the first,
present and only in this moment
feline confidence in herself.

I know, for I am she
tumbled from such height
counting lives, free fall
yet landing on my feet

and now, because I may,
I am contained in a purr,
content in a moment
in a perfect world.


2013 © Andie Davidson


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