No matter the time, this darkness
renews itself each vaporous eve,
an obsidian flower carved in the
midst of battle, where peace has
no home and silence is perilous
Here she lay motionless, save her
tail, upholstered in ebony and as
unfeeling as her claws splintering
the branch supporting her
panther belly and lonesome mind
The pine, sturdy under her
feline weight, is displaced from
some jungle, and she could snarl
rip into him, or bleed saline but
alternately she blinks and sighs
Though liberated, she is contained
by a velvet coat that leaves her
panting for the facts, and she clings
to the rusting needles under her
fleshy paws tattooed with pain
She, fierce and quite necessary with
colorless eyes, graciously sought
him under a new moon, here
where the wildest cat roars and
nobody cares to see
15 September 2009
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