Felinity

once
I was dead wood in a forest
flowing with sap

now
I am living in a fantasy
where the bud unfolds

and
like a cat with its belly full
bask in a sunbeam

contentedly licking my paws

yes
I cry over spilt milk but the cat
will lick it up

and
slink outdoors stalking through
its territory

as
it prowls in its predatorial role
with stealth and grace

and hunger pains

(Nov.2004
Senneville, Québec)

by Philippa Lane

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Unbeleavable, that this was originally two pages long! Wow, you did great. Unfortunately, I am still at the two pages stage! Thanks for helping me with it :) SG