22 April

Day 22 (3)

Napowrimo prompt - use an idiom from another language

Cat's forehead

It's the lack of it, the space,

That constricts the breath

As we squeeze past each other,

Narrowed, even at 2 metres

And the cat's forehead wrinkles,

Drawn in calligraphic ink,

A sketch of the real thing

Dancing with disaster like 30's cartoon killers

Or the Zen of the line,

Smoothed and extended from

Triangle to curving apogee

marking out a strange, new territory