Donna on the Neighborhood Cats

Retrying to focus
easily distracted by the
stiffening happening
@ my central locus
there, the blood tightens
the noose closes
once we all became
sinners
we lost what drove us

the neighborhood in
sharp repose is draped by
evening's purple cloak
the neighbors call in the cats
promise warm laps
but the cats
says Donna
do what they do.

TA