Grace

A metal-based forest is engulfing my vision
Fresh laundry on two chairs near the television
The television, playing a worn out courtroom drama,
Is resting on a hand made table
The legs; medium sized tree branches
The top; a simple light wood
There is a pet transporter
The whole time the cat is digging in the litter
A good place for her
Her claws and teeth have ripped my hands to shreds
Hopefully it won’t happen again.
All the while it’s preparing to pounce
- And here it comes!
The cat; a combination of white and gray
Long whiskers grace the moistened nose.
The eyes; nearly all pupil
A deep army gray surrounds the emptiness of black
I have lost myself again
Crude copper wires protrude from frayed cables
All in the shape of a palm tree
A cloth camel; lying on it’s side
Nearly torn to spaghetti
There is a sole light in the alley below
A solitary bush painted a lighter shade of green
There is a slight movement in the window across the view.