Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Cat Fight 2 a.m.
Leaning out my open window late at night.
Two cats are fighting over territory in the back garden.
I cannot see them, only hear, and listen.
They square up to one another, prowling in circles,
Eyeing each other Gladiatorial, swiping paws cutting through air,
letting out piercing screeches like sharpening blades.
They want to kill each other.
They want to wound so there will be a victory,
until the next cat comes along with bigger, sharper, smarter claws.
I take off my boxing gloves,
shut the window securely,
And leap into to bed.
I have no idea who won.
No one ever does.