dry jungle

how the striped cat
sits in the burnt out grass
a white bone of light shining
down the length of his nose

too strange

he must be a god
with a message for me
folded beneath his paws and his chest

the treetops are low and flat
and shimmer in a haze
against the ripple waves
of the sky

it looks like africa
sparrows flying in packs
making the bushes whisper
like ghosts

now i know
what this cat is thinking
and it scares me
how i lay my ear
over your heart
so quietly
listening to the flutter
of wings

wendy shaffer


One thought on “dry jungle

  1. Alex says:

    This poem Rocks!!!

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