In the bag, the claws
of the cat are growing,
and so is its hunger—
it remembers the rake of grass
on its belly when it crouches,
the thrill in letting the mouse
almost escape.
In the bag, the claws
of the cat are growing,
and so is its hunger—
it remembers the rake of grass
on its belly when it crouches,
the thrill in letting the mouse
almost escape.