Rescue

I plunge my hands
Into the hastily erected
Flat pack case of kittens

They are anointing water
Ran over my palms

The lissom fur tumbles
Through knuckles
And fingers, their
Tiny talons grasp but find
The world impervious
To all but curiosity

What creature am I
In hide behind
This grey pilled sweater?
Climb my arms and see

Shoulders of a giant

Desk man says
They were found
In a sack beside the river
Are you paying cash or card?

This poem appears in


Pass it Along

© Brendan Bonsack
April 2016