once <br />I was dead wood in a forest <br />flowing with sap <br /> <br />now <br />I am living in a fantasy <br />where the bud unfolds <br /> <br />and <br />like a cat with its belly full <br />bask in a sunbeam <br /> <br />contentedly licking my paws <br /> <br />yes <br />I cry over spilt milk but the cat <br />will lick it up <br /> <br />and <br />slink outdoors stalking through <br />its territory <br /> <br />as <br />it prowls in its predatorial role <br />with stealth and grace <br /> <br />and hunger pains <br /> <br />(Nov.2004 <br />Senneville, Québec)<br /><br />Philippa Lane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/felinity/
