Little White Cat Paws by Michael Lee Johnson

we all walk with padded little white cat paws squeamishly live with small-scaled thoughts and injured wings, pocket-sized words, expressions exaggerated edged within seconds till the small black box arrives, sobering, stores death like angel or devil in cahoots, kitten and man alike, annihilated- clock stops archives in place, zap that last whistle
Michael Lee Johnson © 2012