Five Fingers Tense at the Keys

Five fingers tense at the keys—

Five kittens in the early sun capering,
Mouths open and all a-quivering—
So delicate and cute they are,
Such tiny needles eager to pounce and learn—and

The gopher
Who is trapped, who spits, bites and hisses—and

The mother cat who stands nearby guards and teaches—and

All Nature’s image is sheltered by foxglove
At the cracking cement foot of our cellar wall—

Five fingers fall—
Five fingers fall—

Memory blinking,
Blinded by the sun.