I left the laptop open like a mouth; walked to the other end of the room; stared at the greening water in the vase
in terrible cold, the space heater shivering the teapot chasing its boil, the street, unfurling through warped glass in ash, brick, and snow, and
All tapered, watchful, streamlined back from whiskers to racing ears to claws. Even in this stream I saw one, dowsing its snout through