Shadow Cat

The Cat who leaps is not the cat who lands... or so they say.
More true this is when focus is on a shadow's play.
The feline leaping is of flesh and fur,
though at landing is an intangible blur.
The meow not from a shade emits-
as grimalkin elects to have her fits.
She sees a squirrel and gnashes it to bits
-In shadowland-
with hisses and fierce spits.
My cat is lovelier than her silhouette,
though she does naught to damage it.

(c) Maria Enns 2013 all rights reserved.

Capture

Just as I try to photograph a shadow,
it turns and mocks me to the ground.
What business have I to rely
on scoffing shadows,
of bottles I didn't drink down.

The same goes for tellings of stories;
I have to trust when it comes to the punch
that I will remember the point of the tale,
that I didn't forget not to eat it for lunch.


(c) Maria Enns 2013, all rights reserved