Laura Johnson: Domesticated

Furry gray C, stacked paws stretched,
Rose-glass ears, cat-encircling tail.

Seventy in people years, yet never
clawed a sparrow or chickadee. Still,

morning light splintered through trees draws you to
this rug beneath our dangling bird feeder.

A woodpecker lights—care-free seed slinger—
and your almost-forgotten wildcat spirit

stands at attention. You raise your chin,
shadow of ancient dream niggling, tail quivering,

brief interruption of sleep.