Abduction

There’s a chipmunk in the house
Cat’s trophy on the lam
Wild cartwheels
Behind the bookshelf
Into the bedroom
Into the bathroom
Back into the bedroom
Racing maze of bizarre geometries
Alien gallery of smells and noises
No branches or shadows or dirt
Nothing to climb
Nothing until it’s out
Out the sliding glass door
Out of the light
Adrenaline bleeding
From the place the cat bit
Closing its eyes
Not a right angle in sight
Safe

-T. Weeks