Triumph
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
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