Cats

[galaxitchi]

Cats

I read once

that cats always land on their feet, meeting 
gravity with the seasonal affective grace 
of a ballerina in spring.

I wondered

if their acrobatic affinity extended to other feats,
how high could their claws carry them in pursuit
of feline proclivity?

I would watch

and wonder if I too could learn the
primal skill enabling them to defy descents
which would crack bones-

if I were to attempt such audacious occupations.

 
I loved S1. I’d do away with “in spring” too.
I think there’s a chance to make this into a nice reflective poem about something other than just cats. The landing on their feet being extended to a metaphor about how perhaps the writer is struggling to land on her feet in life, and things of that nature.
I had that “a-ha, I wonder what the poet had to say now” expectation after S1.
Nice one.

Thanks for the feedback! Oh no, I’m trying (and failing?) to leave that moody, too many abstractions phase behind, lol.