By Komal Qazi
Los Angeles , CA


He jumps ferociously from the branch

A mere twig

Seen as the dreg of nature; in the eyes of the sky

This tree of fig...


With arms extending out of Greece to Armenia

Is his challenge

Aggressively he leaps, his mitts slipping from the four corners of the world

He lets go of the spices, the silk, the sailors and the seals


With nothing curled

He lands on his heels

With elegance, loveliness, and poise

He kisses the twigs, the figs beneath him


With absolute grace

He dips his feet into milk

His tail goes up as he is covered with silk

This is the cat, triumph in his face



Editor: Akhtar M. Faruqui
2004 . All Rights Reserved.