Poem 96

Another evening poem, more cats and birds … showing clear similarities to Poem 6 (though that was a morning poem) – but here it’s all about the difference in the last lines between in to and into …

… this was the first poem in my Smalls collection …

Last Light

The cat bows his black head
to the windowsill
for once paying no attention to the thrush
looking for late bread
or dinner scraps

everywhere the high dormitory trees
are filling
          single or in showers
the birds spatter in
to sleep
           (spatter into sleep)