latethe night comes over our town, grants us darkness.slowly a deer makes its rustling waythrough the brush and over the rocks, crushingthe flowers and releasing their summer scent.i shut out the fears that the unseen fawn is yet a ghost, is yet an evil man, planning formidable plans.i am unlocked. all the safety measures i have been taughtare wide open, as i wait for the catto come back– follow the deer scent home.out in the night i follow the sounds,my heart races against my eyes darting through the dark.it is quiet but the violin bow touching a guitarand the drums made out of rocks and a man from Iceland singing me to sleep.it is quiet and i hear the cat remind me that he loves me more than he loves the deer,more than he loves the night, more than words.
Cat Over Clock:
Some things are more important than time ... cats are one of them. Welcome to a world of photographed shadows--I invite you to a study of compassion through poetry. It is with gratitude that you might take it with you.