Dream Thought Shadow

The cat rolled up next to the space heater, fast asleep,

A shadow cast by a raven’s wing on a cool summer day

There, and then gone

She flew once, he knew they’d say

Flew and then fell

Alive and then broken, crumpled in the library’s wet grass

There, and then gone

Words scribbled on scraps of paper

“I’m writing a novel” she’d say

And it was true

There, and then gone

A dream

A thought

A shadow

There, and then gone.