Finding the Eyes in the Dark

The cat’s not hungry,
Just obsessed, searching
For something to hunt,

Like a composer
Wanting the first chord,
First note, first something

To launch the pursuit,
Like the novelist
Who can’t get started.

The cat is a god
Twitching creation,
And, speaking of that,

Can you imagine
The pressure building
Inside of a god,

A creator god,
One of the big ones,
To get things started,

Kick off a cosmos?
Hunting creation
Is torture until,

Finally, you have
Something to toy with,
Toss, to bite into.