She smells of the night,
dashing in
fur flying
eyes wild
high on mouse
or some such.
On her paws
she brings the dirt
deep and rich
with secrets
I am not privy to.
I hold her to me
and feel her bones
like twigs in cotton wool
and feel her tiny heart
exploding stars within her.
In daytime she lies languid
vanquished of urgency
She watches me
her sleepy eyes indifferent,
mostly.