The Gray Cat by Sheri The gray cat moves through the parking lot elongated a white ship over white caps over curbs and bumps even the moon sits on velvet and the sun comes as a half drunken sailor who saw no bed the gray cat makes sounds of screeching brakes down through the neighborhood on bald paws a white ship is rising and falling in my left eye wood on the deck and being robbed by the eye in the sky it is not something I'd put a plank in or picture the lines to be a flag the gray cat has been out for months leaving a pity against the dawn of too little we wake and find