Catch the Eye of Minute Humming Insects

The housecat is beside itself,
Leaping for a fly that blundered
Through a half-way opened door.
The finches sing a safe distance,

While keeping an eye on the cat
As it snags and swallows the fly,
Which had likely been attracted
By the kitchen odors inside.

Intending to eat or not be
Eaten, lives deploy their senses,
Not so much against each other
As against starving or dying.

It’s only eat or be eaten
As those are live’s preconditions.
The house-finch trills notes that spiral
Like acrobats as the cat leaps

And the fly pivots. Energy
Dances through all of them from spring
Sun, but the sun isn’t dancing,
Only hungers and evasions.