My cat writes poetry
in the snow

with his paw
	stepping forward
leaping to capture frozen air

	leaving spaces of mystery
		and invitations to dance

			and snowflakes of
			 	emptiness in his playful Wake.

I try to follow
in
his disappearing paw prints . . .calling
his name through crystal - fall silence.

He is poetry itself
	of fluid curiosity
beckoning shadows to unveil their mystic hidings.
								
	In the deepness of snow
my cat writes poetry
			to deafened ears
			that listen,
			yet sadly hear only the Wind.