in praise of august days

I do not know much about it
but I think that that amber cat
is a version of the caveman's echo:

patient to a degree that boils.

if she paws into the fries
there is time enough for mourning.

fused claw jokes strike home.

it is possible to draw with charcoal
in an attempt to recall those felines
who moved with pairs of paws:

one dreams of styptic pencils.