Dawn’s light breaks through and crow’s black shimmers back,
Pussy-cat takes stealth in willow’s shadows, deep-dark-wide-eyed,
It’s cute how quick she who nearly was prey, now willingly assumes attack;
As she bites and scratches and hisses and screams, her instinct outcries:
“I merely opened my mouth,
I can’t be held responsible,
For what made its way inside.”
She licks the black feathers from her black eyes.