old cat – March 15

3.15.2016

old cat steps up

gingerly, her body

no longer sprung

steel.

 

lying down with

her head askew

she watches

the momma

 

waiting, waiting

a slight twitch

head lift, wonder,

query

 

will the one who

feeds and strokes

and whispers

return.

 

old cat still a

sphinx, steps

down to seek

out.

—————-

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