Small Paws

Fireflies in a night sky
beheld by two sparkling eyes
Butterflies drift on the air
small paws to capture there
tall grass to seek its’ prey
all within the light of day
cardboard boxes to hide in
now a lion’s lair and den

© July 2011 Renee Espriu

 

Dedicated to curious cats everywhere including my own.

 

The Morning

Answers to questions queried a
thousand times ten infinitely
more difficult coming back in
emptiness dry as a corn husk
without the embodiment of
the kernels within

She just wanted the pain to be
wrapped in softness of a
satin robe pushing away the
unknown as in darkest night
moonless permeating her
skin, invading her mind

Always the same response came
whenever she faced them to
wait until the morning for rays
of light unveiling all hidden but
inside she knew that the
morning might never come

© April 2011 Renee Espriu