Haustier

out like a light
dead to the world
then one bright eye opens
and she slowly unfurls
her paws stretch with razors
that slice through the air
and jaws yawn quite silently
whiskers are flared
she looks round for reasons
to move from her bed
yet finds none demanding
so curls back up instead

Constellation of the Cat

through the darkness, amber eyes
reflect as stars in heavens high
yet speak no gift of prophecy
their silence tells but mystery
his sabled brow knows secrets, yes
though his deep eyes ne’er do express.