When he appeared beside me,
apparently out of thin air,
skimming across the surface
as if landing on the moon-
a graceful glide, kicking up no star dust,
I had to concede how superior to us
these creatures are.
No need for a Fosbury flop or Eastern cut off or scissors
as he rises to a height ten times his own.
Just a feet first straight on approach,
assessing his task from the floor pad with a slight tilt of his ears
and then a back leg spring that catapults him into mid air-
rather like a rocket launch than a high jump...
Our cat jumping onto the kitchen table
Copyright 2026 Cathy Leonard
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