11 January 2012

this morning

you are a bright pink blur
as you move accross the soft white snow
trudging to school
and I sit at the window and watch you
with the cat
waiting to pounce
at any moment

4 comments:

anita said...

very zen. i like it.

lr said...

word verif: zoodings

lr said...

i find it angsty more than zen. it's not clear who's waiting to pounce-- the narrator, the cat, or maybe both.

lr said...

word verif: tomshe.