poetry
Purr
by Brian Campbell
Rugs and strings and elastics, And that comfortable chair. The warmth of a lap, The streams of voices there.
That comfortable chair. The Giant sitting there. And gentle streams of voices— Whispers from telephone.
Giant sitting there. Then moving from room to room. Following Her through archways, From light to dark to doom.
Moving from room to room. Lying on sunlit sill. Gazing through a glassway At flitting wings in the tree.
Lying on sunlit sill. Warmth, a buzzing fly. Flitting past of wings; A crouch, a lunge, a cry.
Warmth, buzzing fly. Pellets pummel the bowl. Crouch, lunge, munch; Lapping up of waters.
Pellets pummel the bowl. Crunching the pellets down. Lapping up of waters. One long leap to the sill.
Sill, table, chair. The Giant sitting there. Curl on her warm lap, Thrum my purring purl.