Part of me knew,As I held the handleOf the back doorOn that spring morning,That when I opened itThe cat would prowlAnd stalk and pounceAnd the little wrenGoing about its choresWould be in grievous danger. I gave the wrenToo much creditFor watchfulnessAnd the catToo little respectFor a million yearsOf instinct. Later, when the bird—Eyes darting everywhere,A small stream of … [Read more...] about Witness, By: JJ Breslin