She was a nothing cat
a stray
but she stayed around
and they grew up together
when he went away
he gave her to his little sister
it didn’t matter
because
it was just a scuzzy, nothing kind of cat
Margie took care of the cat
and whenever she wrote
she always assured him
that Cat
was doing fine – as if that were important
And he would always
tell me
with a little laugh –
emphasizing
that Cat was just a scuzzy nothing
As if knowing about Cat didn’t matter.
1 June Journey back home it all began in California. before we left. Hope Remember when the world was not big enough and somedays were only whispered musings on a summer evening? what made this place any different from a hundred other places? Feelings of anticipation and uncertainty we are finally going home. a little…
Something skitters across the room – cats not far behind another bird has been plundered from the garland that winds its way up the stairs why are these cats so sure that the season’s decorations are strictly for their amusement? we have given up believing they will ever stay out of the tree perhaps our…
Little people in furry clothes
When my first cat died I cried as if my heart would break mourning though they did not find her until the next day My small, thin body lay arms pulled close trying in vain to hold me together I can touch the pain as if it were yesterday We played and rode bikes sneaked…
Two weeks too many states bitter cold, bittersweet Asia and Blue Parakeet huddle, heading NW into winter We stretch legs wandering Wright Patterson Air Force Museum Herm Crab has retreated uncaring that a cold Pacific awaits Crossing into St. Louis driving rain obscures the exits settled in, we reminisce about dining near the old brick…
At the end of the second floor hall was a step (up) and door leading to the third floor Among the small spaces created by the eaves I could hide and feel snug except Just before Christmas when it was off limits Straight ahead the attic peak held a random assortment of boxes, suitcases, furniture…