-Nate Brooker ‘22
Cat’s Domain -Isabel Brozen ‘24 The cat That sat In the window seat Wonders about the world. Greeted at the door, Wishing whiskers brush the cracked glass pane. Fur black Spattered on new paper like ink spot spray. Dusty footprints in the printer tray Book dust, old paper fraying at the edges Baking bread crust and lemon scented wood. Cat sits high on wooden shelf ledges Waking from her nap contented, Sleek and spry.
Sleeps in hanging planters In the gilded sunbeam window. Midnight enchanter, like a dark dye stain, From her throne sits, surveying Cat’s domain Of tile stone and champagne curtain cords of lace. Rolling ringing pennies over floor boards, under carpets sewn in gold Springing from a doting parent’s hold to chase Quilted piles, adoring smiles, and wilted flower petals. Returning to her hiding tower nook with nothing to atone Gliding through the books, only claws to hone. Lies knowing she is prized, half lidded glowing eyes Watching gossamer drapes billow In tantalizing shapes Over sunlight painted streets. Plaster dust motes floating like the feathers sprung from pillows Left in window seats for cats.
