I need some good news today,
with disasters flaring on the horizon.
So, small wildcat, let me marvel at your spiked ears,
with foolish little tufts of hair springing from the tips.
Let me celebrate your slanted golden eyes, black pupils
intent on prey. Mouth ajar, with pointed white teeth
sabered inside, framed by prominent white whiskers.
Lithe body encased in a golden glowing fur coat
covered in black spots coalescing into occasional stripes.
Let me rejoice in some good—conservationists
shifted you from “endangered,” to “vulnerable.”
Let me harvest hope on this overheated day.
