The Stray Cat

Sunlight fragments
Upon broken glass,
Tarmac heats
The soles of passer-bys.

Alongside a graffiti-stained wall,
She plays slowly 
With a lank clump of hair,
Pawing as it sways
To and fro,
To and fro
In front of her.

Her feet move
Restlessly in outlines
Of the Bear Star, the Sun Sign and UFOs --
Signs only she knows
Behind the creases of her eyes.

Her can clanks.

She bobs
Her head, moving side to side
to the honking of the cars;
Her mud-colour coat
Swallowing its body.

And then, the stringy hair
returns as a funny swing;
To and fro,
To and fro,
To and fro.