A New Poem
The Crow and the Cat
By Roy Everett Butler
A crow hopped down from the terracotta rim,
black feathers glinting like polished stone.
The orange cat blinked, tail flicking slow,
“Come down,” he purred, “we’ll play alone.”
The crow cawed once, a laugh in flight,
then danced in circles on the ground.
The cat leapt high, a streak of flame,
their shadows twined without a sound.
No hunter, no prey, just rhythm and dare,
a duet of mischief beneath the sun.
Feather and fur in fleeting grace,
two hearts pretending to be one.
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