The stillness of cats – poem for dVerse

Cat curls
fat comma

then slices
the air
like a blade

nothing as still
as her

sprawled
soft like mud

or almost quivering
in the intensity

of the hunt

After the piles of words required by the sestina, I’ve gone all minimalist for Anmol’s cat prompt. I’m never quite sure about cats, though obviously we have the best cat in the world.