Unblinking, coal-gem ringed,
The moon is a leopard’s stalking-death eye:
Cold-hot fixed intensity
In the star and cloud printed
Flung wide and far cloak of a sky;
Stretched full-tight on the cruel tenterhooks
Of heaven’s Frames.
Claws that have known blood (and will again) –
Sheathed and still in predator pads –
Rest in balanced pre ambush assassin tension
On civilisation’s compromised horizons.
Twitchless attack-habituated tail is iron disciplined,
White intelligent intuit-whiskers gauge the air; dividing
Life’s remaining brief clocks
Into ever smaller periods