2004/hunt

A shining March
morning,
cumulus clouds
drift by.
The cat has re-entered
to snack and bathe
in the sunny spot
on the rug,
and left again
to re-join the hunt,
his hunt
for whatever
the day presents,
a gopher,
a lizard,
mourning doves
to leer over.
I will do the same,
re-join my hunt
that is,
but first I must
re-call
what it was
I was looking
for.

3/4/04