Cat Divided

10.13.21

I come to this table in the morning
divided
I intend to write
but see a cat out stalking
for her morning meal
– not breakfast
breakfast feels wrong
when talking about freshly
killed raw meat
with bones crunching
and fur sticky with warm blood

The divide is this:
I have set aside time for this writing habit
and done so with purpose
to do it more often
to improve
to enjoy
to produce
and to better know myself
but here I also
am trying to explore attention
and wandering and the appreciation
of things like a hunting cat
in the risen rays of the sun