Miller's [2009]

the mute cat's call is
her claw
on the door-wall screen
to me

a score and six steps
ascending, no dissent
("up," he said with a sigh)
at the bottom there is only

seven pounds and mine
climb...clum...clew
acquitted for, lapping and warm
to me

and beneath this middling morn, cack!
traffic and weather on the 8s