The mock orange thicket cradles tabby riddles,
Noon spills shadows into ambered syrup slow—
Two fur-worlds dissolve their claws in sunlit griddle,
Whiskers trawl tides where spring’s green currents flow.
Leaf-drunk coins chime through chlorophyll cracks,
Their purr-rhythm measures gaps in light’s thin blade,
A roll crushes cicada-song to specks—
Dream-mist seeps from eyelids’ quivering charade.
Wind tiptoes, riffles seven leaf-secrets free,
White bellies swell with adagio’s silent hymn,
All clamor crystallizes into sap’s decree,
Time itself curls, a comma in dusk’s dim.
Though blooms delay, the boughs keep twilight’s thread,
Cats cling to root-scented cocoons, half-sleeping, half-undead.