i watch

the blind black
cat with blue
eyes like winter
frost, disappear
nicely into
the dark cool
shadows beneath
the shrubs on
the brick patio,
where he can't
be reached.
carefully he leans
his head into
the shallow pool
that bubbles
brightly with
old water,
nearly as black
as him and sips
with a sharp
pink tongue,
what he shouldn't
sip, nothing
is lost or missed
by the absence
of vision. he
is still a cat.