The black shadow

of a black cat

frisks along

the concrete curb,

sniffing the snow,

shaking its feet,

tail raised

to the warming



Copyright 2017

T. Allen Culpepper


Rainy day again,

but bright enough for shadows;

those of passing planes

glide across my bedroom wall

as I pull up the covers,

chilled by the world’s cold shoulder

and my own cold feet.


Copyright 2015

T. Allen Culpepper