Primal Pleasure of Paint
Gerburg Garmann   


They left the house a bit early
cradling their old Singapura.
She carried five brushes,

he some jars of primal paints.
They set the cat on a nearby bolder,
enhanced her immense ears

with yellow and red streaks,
wreathed a blue garland around
  her belly and back and left

the black and white for the tail
as well as for a few spots all over.
Her eyes, already graced

with emblazoning greens, seemed
to revel in the primal pleasure of paint
before scratching their hands

with fierce and reliable intentness
that perfectly mirrored
the red of her own dolled up ears.