Eclogues of a black cat (wip)

I.

Sprawled across the barren yard

Littered with the leaves of last autumn

An empty bird feeder sits perched,

Motionless as the breezeless day

Although there’s only a hint of warmth, it is

Enough to lay in the dead grass

Enjoy the lack of insects

Their eggs still borrowed underground

A black cat lays adjacent

Its yellow eyes rested from a recent

Nap, ready for its next