Sunday, August 3, 2008

prowess

in my swiftness, i slip thru the twist of an open shade. my feet cling to the sill, as my hands reach in the dark for a place to land. still a half body away, my heart beats with the force of a door that slams in the distance. and in one fluid push and release, i am free. the cars roll past. i see their headlights fuz in the mist. the tingle of night spreads across my face, and a long awaited realization bursts open before me. the world is mine. and i have come with every ounce of readiness i was born with. i bare down in the thick of this freedom. the grass is moist and cold. my hair stands tall- does its good work in the elements. knows the life of a feline to be a life of survival. a life of boldness. of prowess, skill, expertise, efficiency, know-how, craft, finesse, ingeniousness, resourcefulness, brilliance, radiance, intelligen-- whao, oh shit! hey! fuck.......
"good kitty, don't worry, mamma gotcha..."

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

that's funny. It reminds me of something else, some other description of someone taking themselves so seriously only to be shaken out of the spell by a force greater than themselves. I feel like that might have been how my cat viewed herself at least. especially when she would like try and leap, and slip and fall, then look around to see if anyone saw, and if they did she would lick herself and try and act nonchalant.