Poetry

Summer Bummer, 7 (159.)

Cat’s eye from the side,
with translucent lens over the pupil,
could be totally transparent but
the shapes of things
may be lost to cats.
There’s a lens that sits over the eyeball.
That’s what matters.
To get that close to a cat,
that’s the real blessing –
or maybe it’s luck.
Either way,
light and shadow play
in that space between cornea and pupil,
and optometrists rush in to correct
this misconception
of feline perception.
Maybe veterinarians.
Someone, who really loves cats,
could show up to debunk any funk in this space.
Anyway, that space between
perceiving and understanding
is a tiny
infinitude.

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