The Cat Waits Out In The Rain

ready is the time ready

is the animal self present is

the animal body unbodying itself

mine is the moon mewling an echo against

the unlit fireplace against the portal between here

and here in animal space the soul lives in the claws cut

out the soul once every two weeks and see how it grows back

in animal time there is only sleep and more sleep why

gravity has such a hold is the fullness of rest that

can fur its way from tail to toe mine was

once thought holy now think me

here like lost animals once

unthought i disappear