To My Favorite Stray Cat
I always look out for your white fur
dusted gray from sunning on the ground,
your black ears waiting for birdsong,
and your pale green eyes with the wisdom
only a neighbor who moved in long before me could possess.
I always look out for your white fur
dusted gray from sunning on the ground,
your black ears waiting for birdsong,
and your pale green eyes with the wisdom
only a neighbor who moved in long before me could possess.