The blue... she comes crouching low
through a crack in the door
her long tail trailing- a black comet
Indifferent... to smoke swirling
around her. She comes crouching.
Like some phantom female- smells prey.
Her brother... Death sleeping in the yard.
Like death sleeps, with wide legs and leisure.
A lifeless child in the cleft- of a bosom.
His breathing... soft, low. Black music.