Cats

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Cats

I read once

that cats always land on their feet, meeting 
gravity with the seasonal affective grace 
of a ballerina in spring.

I wondered

if their acrobatic affinity extended to other feats,
how high could their claws carry them in pursuit
of feline proclivity?

I would watch

and wonder if I too could learn the
primal skill enabling them to defy descents
which would crack bones-

if I were to attempt such audacious occupations.

 
I loved S1. I’d do away with “in spring” too.
I think there’s a chance to make this into a nice reflective poem about something other than just cats. The landing on their feet being extended to a metaphor about how perhaps the writer is struggling to land on her feet in life, and things of that nature.
I had that “a-ha, I wonder what the poet had to say now” expectation after S1.
Nice one.