In Love With A Cat
I’m in love with a cat.
Though cats are hard to love if you don’t know how.
Because cats will stroll across your face
just to get a glance from you.
Missteps mean claws out.
Cats can hide silently
or bite, yowling.
Both equally likely
when they’re upset.
They’re needfully neglectful.
A pendulum swinging warmth to distance to warmth.
But there’s nothing more beautiful than
the way she takes pleasure in simplicities.
Like morning stretches leaned into
or the easy way she slides up beside you
granting affection once pointlessly withheld.
I still reflect upon the alleys she’s traversed
and marvel that such dark, sharp byways
brought her back to me.