My ancient kitty sits tall and still as a sphinx
gazing at me with her clear celadon eyes—
measuring me, memorizing me, saying to
me “Hey there. I love you” with a spiritual
softness that is new.
She has turned a corner
in her life—sleeping more than she’s awake, alert
to meal and playtimes out of habit rather than
need, looking for dark quiet places to curl up
and dream of pleasures.
I show her my gratitude
for the latest of her gifts—feline fortitude—
by gazing back, combing her itchy places and
giving her more time and touch without lifting her—
Oh my darling cat! You don’t complain at each new
you simply go on and on
as is your job and mine: live life to the fullest!
I did not anticipate learning this from you,
my dear. Have I given you enough love and food?
Have you felt my affection through your fur and my
skin, touching, being?
Posted at Poetry Pantry #245 of Poets United
Copyright © 2015 S.L.Chast