As It Dries by Gene Novogrodsky

Parched brown spindly grass,

Gray earth squares –

An orange sun begins

its heat addition,

Drying effect ….

The cat works.

First, silent steps,

The grasses bending,

Earth ungiving.

Then, a full-length rest,

Waiting for a tired bird

Who wants – how desperately –

A lone worm,

Tiny bug ….

But the cat lunges,

Bird caught in the

Black-white whiskers surrounding mouth.

Feathers are spit, drop,

Blood and innards ingested ….

The cat, heavier,

Moves to shade,

Feathers lift and settle ….

Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, late June 2012

Author: Gene Novogrodsky

Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, a Brownsville resident for nearly three decades, writes North American border slices, from eastern Canada to central Mexico, and in between. He is one of the founders of the Narciso Martinez Cultural Arts Center Writers Forum in San Benito. He sometimes participates with the informal Resaca Writers Group in Brownsville. He prefers, however, to read to two or three attentive listeners – when asked!


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2 Responses to As It Dries

  1. cesar says:

    beautiful poem, i stream i tear when u said all that, this is life a way full of dangers, full of opportunist persons/like the cats) …


  2. cesar says:

    i like the Word (lunges, whiskers, innards, spindly) thanxs Mr Novo

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