Cat-Life
Kevin Costa

The sump in her sill-side pillow 
cushions away the day-to-day perils of life.
It's her respite--her means of saving all
nine lives. She lies, a kinked-neck curl, as if
still a kitten among siblings, as if
risking the intimate crush of window
on her cheek to near outside life and a bird
whose fiery feathers may be felt but not touched.
Even in dozing the stresses of cat-life loom:
Morning's snarls and screeches flush twitches and
blinks from the twilight of her consciousness
and into Afternoon's bright, wakeful eye.
	Who is to doubt her helpless, hapless reflexes
	or the light sleep that thinly shades her being?

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