Moving
Wispy laburnum pods
fritter at the window
restlessly.
In the kitchen a
kitten yowls,
a lonely sound.
last of many, a
furtive litter
under rusting sink.
uneasy being alive
in a house that
is dying.
sun shines through
glacier shattered
glass.
Chases ghost shadows
through dust
and age.
distracted the kitten
plays briefly
ghost pouncing.
then the awful silence
presses him down
holds him still.
He crawls tail low
into the cold nest
curls.
The smell of his mother
faint now from
so much sniffing.