preservation instinct

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May 25 by The Running Son

preservation instinct

a half bleached bobcat skull propped
atop a dry cholla branch wards off
pigeons and people.

cars passing must glimpse my chakra field –
so black – and stars winking out must
be softer hearts

scattering for safety in shadow. i knew
a girl whose spirit animal was a field mouse
but i am much cat –

patient like a prowler and prone to retract
if need be: claws, common courtesy,
my need to gnaw,

my stoney and sufficient heart’s dowry,
four paws and some seven dim lives left, two
too clever eyes, plus

the chance to purr with any dignity
at all.

 

 

 

by Jim Aldrich

©2013 JimAldrich

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All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

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