Cat?

Years ago,
before I was
who I am,
I was
sitting in a well
tended garden,
watching a cat
relaxing.

It was winter.
It was sunny.
The cat was curled
on a bright walkway,
not near enough
or too far.

I got up to see
the cat more clearly.
Maybe touch
its flow of fur.
I approached, but then
the cat exploded,
becoming
a dozen departing
sparrows.

Even the sun
didn't remain
long after that.


by jerry gordon
for Coline
11.19.2014