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.
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