The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for September 2005
my cat
sits tall in
the kitchen
staring hard
through
the
screen door
an
indoor cat
accustomed now
at our
summer house
to a few
minutes a day
sitting with me
on the
deck
or pushing through
the weeds in the
yard spotting
birds
and butterflies
while i
follow
and play the
sheepdog
she rides down
uncomfortably
in a plastic
box
slow to
make
the
connection
between
the
drive
and destination
but griping less
these last
few
trips
the
cape cod air
the neighbor’s house
empty
now
[an old man who
seldom spoke and
now never will]
his
friend
my other
neighbor
believes they’re
cleaning it
up
for the nieces
and nephews
[and
inevitable
realtors]
my cat and i will
sit with
each other
a while
and
watch
and wait
as the air
and the sky
and summer
weekend
pass
until the long
drive home