CAT AT DAYBREAK
This short poem is
one of those written when something you see just strikes you as an
image. There is a sense of metaphor to the image but I'm not quite
sure what it is, although it has something to do with the mysterious
quality of a different awareness in another being, This is a quality
that cats have to some degree and it also has some relation to the
riddle of the sphinx (itself half-cat that also faces the dawn).
CAT AT DAYBREAK
I see, at break of day when first birds stir,
The cat awake and taking in the scene.
The first light catches on her long, white fur
And shapes her, sphinx-like, from the general green.
And as she sits upon the dew-damp lawn,
With yellow eyes she sees the yellow dawn.
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