The cat’s claws / by Zander Ford

Sparrows wings

And other things

Allow the voice

That the bird sings


She flits here

And flys there

Always

Without a lasting

Care


Death to her

Is a far off memory

Something to

Experience

When the cats claws

Are already upon her


How my wings

Too

Soar higher

And voice so much

Brighter


When the distant

Inevitable

dark panther claws

Are nowhere near

These thoughts

Of flitting, flying

And singing