Her face still like mountains
Then tumbling down the sides
Moving like avalanche.

Her tears invisible as drops in the ocean.

Each conversation drifting carelessly,
Into inanity, a kind of insanity.

Cat-like confusion drifting on the horizon
Of a dog’s life, the slower, less confused,
Hand-to-mouth life. The canine.

The feline adjusts, calls the name, quells the name.

Her voice shrill into the silence;
Left empty, dial tone.

Aching, smiling, beckoning, joking, twirling, playing
Like a cat with a dead mouse.