Spring Night
In your sleep
you twitch like the cats
and I wonder what
you're dreaming of:
Birds at the feeder
Squirrels in the treetops
Chipmunks on the chain link,
beneath barbed wire
too close for a cat
to fit through.
Or do you see another yard
without fences
and transformers
humming as the night sky comes
later and later
each spring.