Amuse Me

Amuse Me

by Timothy Reed

In swaths of grass

tail twitching like a dying snake

"Amuse me, amuse me"

Eyes lit by wanton instinct

of feline forebears

Into sea-green glass you looked

fixated

(also admiring your coat, impeccably cleaned)

waiting for a scaled offering

to enter your display case

and suddenly

a glint beneath

and claws flash

water crumples like cloth

confused gills furiously working the air

(like a spider, run out of silk

madly spinning old Solutions)

shocked, you stare

at the fruit of your hunting

no longer so appealing

and so you trot off

meowing,

back to the certainty of your

daily milk saucer

but in the grass, caprice is no option

in this present immutability

"Amuse me, amuse me"