Sunday, September 5, 2010

A bird's feather resembles a cat's claw, the same form, but in reverse.
The bird has many, a single point fanning out.
The cat has few, strength narrowed to a point.
Out the feather goes, protecting;
Inward the claw goes, holding, in its function,
both a grip on life.
One, the air, the rain, the wind.
The other, prey, a fight, a tree.
An old couch pillow,
a carpet, examining table of all.

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