Fish Out of Water

Musings and observations about life from an East Coast native now living on the Left Coast in the California State Capitol since 2004. This fish has made her home in Madison, WI (7 years); Portland, OR (2 years); Las Vegas, NV (7 months); Middlebury, VT (3 summers); Marne-la-Vallee, a small town east of Paris, France (6 months); Middletown, CT (3 years); and Marshfield, MA, the fish's coastal hometown 40 miles south of Boston (17 years).

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Location: Sacramento, California, United States

1.07.2005

Muffaletta Returns

Bridge Cat
One paw extends through the small opening
Between glass and wall, the furry face appears
Whiskers brush each edge
Cheeks press against the solidity to peer over the span below
Distance and height - unusual for one so close to the ground
Sweet panda face turns up to the skylight, blinks in the warmth of the mid-day sun
Streams of light glisten and bounce
Feline superiority confirmed

Explorer Cat
Open door beckons the ancestral senses
What's out there? What mystery lurks in the play of shadow and light on the patio stones?
Whiskers on high alert, she emerges into the foreign land
Walls to rub, earth to scratch, leaves and plants to taste and chew
Small creatures scurry in and out, up and around
Chased about the confines of wood and stucco and green
Digging to be done, scents to classify, sensations to collect and categorize
Adventures in nature recall the jungle cat of yore
As the black and white form continues her quest

Landing Cat
Paused and motionless between two worlds
Neither down nor up
The constant flow of transitional space
A unique viewpoint on human lives
Feet above, faces below
Motion and movement swarm about the furry form crouched aloft
Feline obstacle and detour for the humans
Forcing a pause and recognition as they ascend, a care and caution as they tread the steps
Reminder to slow down and enjoy each perspective
Coming in for a landing, both sky and earth equally worthy
Consider all facets in the gaze

Patrol Cat
Light staccato pads on the carpet -- the sentinel approaches
Door open, screen beckons, scents from outside tempt and tease
Ears back and golden eyes wide
Constant surveillance of the environs
Protect the companions who lie sleeping amidst comfort and warmth
Silent one stands guard
Ever-vigilant while the evening glides into dark
Assured of the tranquil night as it creeps by, the guardian seeks rest among the curves of dormant forms
But sensitive whiskers remain alert
To any stray vibration that disturbs the slumber

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