85 - Must have, because the mice are fat

There were peacock feathers scattered in the branches

who’d believe a tapestry could fly?

warblers on the ragged wing 

alight in hopes that they might sing

their way into the color of that sky

and so do I

but part mockingbird, and something smaller

than a caged canary  -  I hide myself

in tissue paper

in a hatbox in the closet

I leave a note

that’s all she wrote –

Feed the cats while I’m away

Miraculous recovery -

the days before the nights

and then come the days again. Again.

Persephone descending

was always meant to make her way

Back to the surface… with the

bluebird perched on her ring finger.

Some years, she just didn’t show.

Feed the cats.                            

                                        - k. detor

I wonder, did they feed the cats?