163 Animal poems

We chose this animal to be our pet. His indifference allowed us to sleep. Cat, who made your ears bend back, who made you lazy as quick? Who made you work? It is a wonder any sun is left. Still it is always so abrupt. Sleep like an umbrella going up, clumsy like a broken umbrella coming down, this waking, and into what? I did not ask to be afraid. I did not ask for pleasure, but there it was, it exfoliated at its own leisure, grew until it was all that was— The brief interruption of who I am interrupts and punctuates the day I always assumed that I would share— Cat who cut the sun down from the sky and then responsible put it up again? There must be one of us that you prefer.

The fox crossed the field at noon which is unusual i watched it from the truck not moving it didn't look at me it didn't need to

The deer came into the clearing at dusk two of them they looked at me and didn't run i don't know what that means but it felt like something