Hunger Abstract
A black cat
in search of breakfast
flowed along the path
beneath our window
and by its mute current
woke the mews
from dreams of tearing meat
to irritable molt
a peregrine
aloof and ill-at-ease
singing a soft cack-cack
through wire mesh
restless to row
through a sea of thermals
with the tilting world
reduced to low relief
scars and wrinkles
on a living surface
two thousand feet
two thousand feet below
which raises a problem
the problem of hunger
how vast the empty space
you wish to measure
