To Cobalt

That birds can fly is a miracle
Under the arching sky.
That goldfinches roll
Hummingbirds dive
The mockingbirds chant
From their high perches.

Rooted as I am
My cat takes pity
And brings me one for a snack.
“Flying is not everything,”
says my well-coordinated beauty
With her cobalt eyes and sharp claws.

“Take me for instance.
“My patience is legendary,
“My legs are like coiled steel
“My teeth sharp
“The mice squeak in my paws,
“And the birds, oh the little birds are
“My favorites–little jewels of the air!”

2004, Laura Mello


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