the fish dances around the cat’s sternum
shakes ribs with its five-pronged fins
not an animated gill out of place
I turn off the TV
it’s raining outside but I walk out anyway
I look across
to a bird sheltered by a bush
preening itself
the asphalt mirror between us
broken only by raindrops
& a small tuft of hair
from the final remaining smudge of roadkill
.
