A Moment

the sidling up,
an apparent sneak attack
actually,
targeted towards the bright red berry,
one tiny member of the crimson bunch
of little balls attached to the green
and prickly holly tree
situated like a shining sentinel
or rising emerald tower
at the top of our front yard
by one black cat
with the thickest fur
and taut true focus
was a moment
(for some reason or another--
perhaps time’s passage
and this another Christmas
me single as a lone stray creature)
meant to be appreciated,
to be felt in love’s
soft body
as unimportant
and yet still special,
and I guess you could say
in that way
I was there
and saw
one black cat
with the thickest fur
and taut true focus
do his part
one cold December
morning
in the ongoing
unfolding,
the sweet
sad
dewdrop
state
of all
things.