NinaJohnson

White Kitty

Few things certain      but she knows

       the possibility of petals

so white     a likeness unlike 

anything she’s known     and a blue    

    from beyond

Frick & Frack, Again

For captive gods    the enclosure 

is of little    consequence    

they spend       most days waiting

    inside their power 

tails curled bodies      coiled

Cammy, Again

That markings should signify

might be    the greatest

misconception     her eyes light

    each stripe as I try 

to paint         devotion into place

Jeffrey, Again

You’d think him         part

bird    imperious 

    impish invincible 

on his        stolen perch

Lena

Without wilderness      and so no 

    longer wild     yes the beast 

has left the cat     the cat has 

taken the garden      

    for her world