my calico cat cuddled in the
corner of the couch,
her purring growing stronger
with my stroking.
Is the glee in the gleam
in the eye of the killer
the same as the glee
in the gleam in the eye
of my calico cat
when I watched her toss
the mouse she stalked?
Is the throat where the growl
coming from my calico cat’s
mouse stuffed mouth
the same throat where
the purr began
as I stroked her,
cuddled in the corner of the couch,
my sweet cat, Calico?
Poems by Ken 