My dear cat caught a bird the other day, leaving a feather and bloodstain on the patio. The next morning I noticed the feather sticking out of an ant hill. This is where the ability to carry X times your own weight fails. What optimism, though! I will take it as a lesson, one I also wrote about in a poem recently submitted to a literary journal – “believe with your heart in all that you do for your living and dead, though you doubt its utility, are sure of its ultimate futility” (Now is a Good Time to Write About Roses). Whether or not submitting poems to literary journals is the ultimate futility, I believe with my heart in the act of writing and creating.