Cat cry breaks the night
right under my bedroom window.
It has a burgundy wildness
that is the opposite of my
outward tame energy.
We are not adversaries, this cat and I.
we compliment each
Like autumn and spring
like sky and sea..
Together we own
the brash spells of night.
J. Pratt-Walter
6/22/2019
The quiet of night pulls me into this lovely little interplay. It’s fun to read this poem again and again, and I continually like how meaning grows deeper with each return to “the brash spells of night” (my favorite line).
Are you considering this for the poetry anthology?
I agree with Jan’s comments. All your poems are strong. I was wondering which prompts you wrote to – maybe you were in the second half of the marathon? Great work!