awakened to life outside the window
You hazily gaze into the mid summers night
sitting atop the second floor air conditioner
comfortably sat a cat
sedate in watchful prowl
moonlight lit blue the window
pointed ears perked in silhouette against the neighboring Victorian gingerbread
the cats head spun
one hundred and eighty degrees
blink browed eyes blink
muted strange nose
smoothly sloped shoulder
small compact shape
the cats legs
unfold into
wings
owl wings
You wonder if you ever woke.

04/28/2011