The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for June 1996
i'm cooking my breakfast
listening to the radio
[watching the
yard through
the kitchen window]
and i wander to the
sunporch
to see if the
cats are in the
door
taking the air
and
the other cat
passes me on its way
through the dining
room
and so, i consider, what
motivates a cat to
get up from a sunny
doorway?
i go back to
my omelet, the one
cat on the
porch
turning back
to stare into
the yard, the other by the
kitchen heads
for the stairs
to the bedroom, where
Dorothy is sleeping