black cat by t-a steinlen
CAT CHASING THE FLY
Without a move, he's four feet in the air.
Nijinsky's elevation! Hunter's claws
Go wild to catch the housefly puppeteer
That pulls him into loops, pirouettes
and sets of grand jetes across the floor.
Excited open, yellow eyes ring
the tensile pupil holes, like sun explosions
Dancing on the moon's eclipsing rim.
In one long frenzied leap he's on the screen
And has the spirit fly. Stuck, he clutches
There, his eyes gone thin again, and waits
To be unhooked from his triumphant pose.
cat by t-a steinlen