Shade
The quiet, silent things send echoes through
Each other. Rosebush leaves above the tom
That naps beneath them are more quiet, strew
Their silence down, reverberating calm
On nearly silent breathing through his two
Pink nostrils held by silent fur of white.
Reverberating silence from the blue
Sky far above adds silence from a height
More deep than unheard breathing under blooms.
He does not understand that there is more
And deeper silence from the nearby tombs
Of other sleeping cats who napped before.
He need not think of them. Their dreaming breath
Went years ago. Their shadowing is death.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Jul 7, 2024 | CA, DE, OX, PA, PR |