#POEM: I CAN’T BRING MYSELF TO MAKE COMMENTARY ON THIS YET
Posted on November 19, 2023 by whitecatgrove

"My cat scries the windowpane, shewstone
of wind-blown leaves, nut-hoarding chipmunks
as we parse the world for our pleasures
peeking around frames, behind ferns — lurking,
for abundance is so easily
startled, twitching its broad ears, its keen nose.

I know I should speak of the horrors
behind other panes, now cracked and empty
with rockets, bullets, grenades — even stones
when those run out, a flaming bottle.
What does this glass know but our cleverness
in killing? But tonight I’ll watch the cat
and see what he sees. Maybe it’s peace
lurking under those leaves. Maybe it’s hope
skittering into the falling shadows."

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