paws trace
the study’s geometry
woodgrain

his pen hovers
above calculations
a purr in the air

light submits
to the prism’s will
threads of truth

equations
night-bruised poppies
raise their heads

the cat watches
her universe
his hand

extraordinary shadows
marry here
fur brushing parchment

his mind soars
tethered to a small
warm breath

Paul Conneally
13th March 2025