twilight
it was light enough
cloudy sky, September moving,
ever moving, ever cloudy though,
you skipped, hopped
through the yard, eventually
balancing on several ceramic pots
until you sit/rest by the jade plant
take a leaf
partake your meal
bite by frantic bite
quickly through your protruding front teeth
i watch but can not move
i know you sense me through this thin shield of glass
this door that separates us
if i move…you scatter…this has happened
so i watch you…eat
until your bushy tailed, white chested buddy/mate
shows up, game changes
it turns to a chase
a safe innocent play
across the weeds and moss
i get off my seat, to
do a slow drawn house dance
to Lhasa De Sala
seeping through Spotify
this dance, it makes me happy,
Con todo palabre,
it keeps my soul young...though
it will never be as free as your bushy tailed dance
