Carol Borzykowski

I like cats with big butts.
Their sturdy haunches quiver
as they prepare to launch.
Furry projectiles arc and twist
over each other, and come to earth
with a satisfying thawck.
Their rotund rumps
propel, push off, ground
their bodies, as they roll and tussle.
Hind ends slap the floor, they butt
each other with their heads, run off
with shanks that ripple.
Proud tails raised high
over ample asses.

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The 2River View, 1_3 (Spring 1997)