That morning I was resting by the wall
And gazing out, I saw a family of cats
Stalk pigeons, bodies crouched and serious,
As silent as approaching sleep, hungry
In these months when restaurants
Are closed. I wondered if they ever made a kill,
But there they were, all sleek with feral life,
Four slinks of black and grey and white and tortoise shell.
I looked away and they were gone
From this deserted strand where tired out
Waves roll up and then crash down
Exhausted, on the rocky beach and
Then just vanish like the sea-dreams
Of their dreaming, mysterious and deep,
My dreams too. I heard a solitary sound,
A prowling taxi, suavely purring as it came along.
And you
Were sitting in the back as if asleep;
I wondered then if you, like me,
Were dreaming as you passed,
Before you disappeared
From view.