Cricket and the Bird Window (Zuihitsu poem)

A new prompt at dVerse Poets is of a poetry called Zuihitsu. The Prompt is here and explains with a number of fantastic examples.

Now whether I’m on the right track with the style of this I’m not really sure, I could be completely off base, but it seems to me that this one does have a bit of room for interpretation so …

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Cricket and the Bird Window

I’ve a blind cat named Cricket whose Meow sounds like a plaintive cry, a howl, a meowl if you will, as she stretches her neck upwards to throw it to some cat gods that only she knows though sometimes I think, or hope, that maybe it’s a cry for me, her constant in the darkness, and that is enough for me to mean something.

I opened a wintered window last night to today’s changing morning to shock me with light birds, happier ones, not slogging with heavy wings, heavy thoughts

No one mourns some passings

They danced me stories in their landings that seeped and steeped behind my eyes into the flickering space where they kept time with my lids and flapped rhythm into song

It’s nice to fly when you can and you wake before you can’t

You can learn lessons from the pained examples of excess and hubris heaped upon us, on our angry daily as I thought to open another window the next night but thought again, thought better, trying to put lessons to use

Cricket could feel the room move around her, change temperature with a cocked nose, under the bird window and she cried, not for me but for new air? For her cat gods? For birds?

Coming back from the grocery store I passed a nursery but couldn’t afford to stop to add anything new to life, just have to hope the hardy ones return and make do with old company

This morning beneath my lids again, in my safe flights, I told the birds not to worry of the cat under the window, she couldn’t see them, they said for me the same, not to worry, that maybe she was just crying for them in the fresh wind, and that that is enough for them to mean something