She sits, paws tucked,
squeezing eyes in the low late sun
by the lake’s edge, under
wind-weaving willow
possesses in her heart
a thousand drifting fish
sleek and dappled and slow
within her paw’s caress.
Content to rest, lives
uncounted beyond the first,
present and only in this moment
feline confidence in herself.
I know, for I am she
tumbled from such height
counting lives, free fall
yet landing on my feet
and now, because I may,
I am contained in a purr,
content in a moment
in a perfect world.
2013 © Andie Davidson
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