Sometimes I think anyone who saw me angling for a picture
would think I was stalking shadows. In effect, I am.
Prowling around the patch of scrapes in the parking lot next door
or standing under a tree gazing through the leaves,
I'm looking for the shape or bit of light
that caught my eye in the first place.
My cat chases leaves. I chase scratches in the pavement.
Sometimey it works, sometimey it don't.