Feline Dream


Feline Dream



Winter comes like a blank page

dropping over the city.


Houses glow in

T.V. light,

dulled and eerier.


Somewhere my mind has lost itself,

trekking through this burning time.


I see the eyes of animals in every place.

I see a kestrel cribbed in the sky, beating

against clouds and taunting crows.


I do not know what I am:


I live the nights through like a cat,

soothed by poetry

and the moon-white


of solitude


under stones.




Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst





First published in “Madness Muse Press LLC” May 2018

5 Poems by Allison Grayhurst



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