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

your food


your keyboard

just to get a glance from you.

Missteps mean claws out.


and swipes.

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.

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