by Gail White
The cats that live in Springfield
lie down secure to sleep,
for no one comes to hunt them
or slaughter them like sheep.
lie down secure to sleep,
for no one comes to hunt them
or slaughter them like sheep.
Around the cats of Springfield
no trappers lie in wait,
for they are not as humans
who rise to every bait.
Gail White is a formalist poet and a contributing editor to Light. Her most recent collections are Paper Cuts, Asperity Street, and Catechism. She lives in Breaux Bridge, Louisiana, with her husband and cats.
