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Jack Granath

AMBUSH

A black cat crouches in a yellow field
That somebody has vigorously mown;
Its ears are back, its crystal eyes are peeled,
It wants to be mistaken for a stone,

But I mistake it for a blown-out tire
Somehow attached to a twitching hank of wire.

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—from Tar River Poetry 50.2 (Spring 2011). Jack Granath is a librarian in Kansas City. His work has appeared in Poetry East, Rattle, The Formalist, and other journals.