Panther

Yellow-eyed black at raising claws to slap

This one is nicer than my dream

WayneSL 1988

Gray unpainted pews in a gray unpainted station
hints of brown beneath the dust
no train, no bus.
The man in the pew ahead is holding
a huge black cat
long and thin, of silken soot.
He holds it like a baby at his shoulder,
rocking forward, pats its neck
and the cat glares back at you.
Rocking back they creak the pew
and the panther takes a swipe.

Taloned paw on snake-thin foreleg,
lifted high in graceful motion,
flung down, stretching out to strike,
but not quite reaching eye and lip
The wind of a near miss ruffles your hair
and all you can do is gag and stare
The yellow eye is welded to your own
and every slap comes closer…

Outside In

With apologies to M. C. Escher

With apologies to M. C. Escher

WayneSL 1989

The sky is a shiny black pearl
bubble
enclosing a crystaliquid world
precisely poised
with moon and stars lighting tiny structures:

Mountain forest silhouette
against a glowing silver sky
enclosed in darkness hidden greens
and russet brown of redwood bark
rapid rabbit heart waiting breathless
black beetle busy digging like
claw of cat with large and
limpid eye enclosing

Night Wind

Image

Shadow, our first and Last cat

WayneSL 1989

My soul is restless as a cat on windy nights,
when thoughts like pretty ribbons
in the wind are dangled briefly,
catch my eye, I reach, and
off they go, to draw me out and on
to dance the dervish, fly aloft
in silvern light ascending,
whiskers twitching, wideyes shining . . . .