Midnight in March

Painting & Words by Courtney "CB" Brown

He doesn’t even know he’s a good boy!
There’s no good or bad in his reflection;
too small or too big, girl cat boy cat,
scary or cute, worthy or not.


He doesn’t consider the texture of his fur
and how it compares to yesterday;
no numbers to track his wins and losses,
days to count, time to spend.


There is no moment he calls midnight.
He watches the light outside, always changing,
and has no desire to name the colors.
He knows they’ll only be exactly this way once.

Midnight in March, Acrylic on Canvas