The Ferret

the ferret
pours through holes so small
water could only seep through
if it found them. when it’s time to sleep,

she sleeps. when it’s time to eat, she eats.
every detail delights her just long enough
to send a shiver up her tuby body,
and then it passes.

she’s the perfect stoner’s pet
with a thousand ideas and urges
in the course of a minute.
you could watch one not-thinking for hours.

too many nips on my toe and she gets caged.
she always eats and drinks then.
I wonder if it’s strategy
and not punishment at work…

nah, she loves being out too much.
lots of things to do.
places to see. worlds to discover
and rediscover.

an exacting enactment
of life in the moment.
I sit on the couch
for hours, just watching her.