It's Still Life

Under a Wrinkled Sky

The night sky wrinkled between the stars,
a slow procession, that cat and that elephant.
The cat, it sat, ignoring it all, as all cats do,
and the elephant, drumming the wooden boat
with its weighty foot, and shiny tusks of brassy
bold against the midnight black – it breathed,
it blew, like a long trombone. That magnificent
beast was a merry orchestra. Those two were
awash and afloat with drums and bells and
horns all going, and that cat, ignoring it all.

for dVerse “Artwork“. Image by artist Catrin Welz-Stein