The Personal Space of Norman Milliken « Poetry «
cat in the morning
cat in the morning
our big cat sits
at the water bowl-
full brimmed and glassy
with kitchen walls
poor-mirrored dull and flat-
and stares
as if divining mystery
with her little brain
and big eyes
motionless
constant purring paused
as cat eternity lapses
then dips down her tongue
stirs surface
stirs room
and drinks