two full moons,
enigmatic and overwhelming
heavily stare at the peels in the paint
on the ivory, off-white wall
in our living room.
is our beloved cat
observing the aura of a family portrait,
the empty eyes of a ghost staring back,
or the dead bug crushed on the wall?
her eyes, the moons
build intrigue
among their onlookers.
our cat’s unyielding gaze
breaks
as i whisper her name
for the fifth time.
