standing on the carport today 
a cold pulled pork sandwich 
with a thin layer of sauce
from a popular place 
near the lake
the nieghbor’s gray-white cat
stretched out at my feet asleep
breathing slowly with it’s fur
teased up by the humidity 
the evening had gone silver
turning the green world
a little darker than normal

and two of them 
nervous black and white
chattering to one another
stopped at the bird feeder 
watching one another’s 
every single move

one of my children
came to door
and they took flight 
I knew I’d never see them
I didn’t have to wonder
what made them stay together
for the rest of thier lives

it was something deeper than love
primal, knowable to us all
at least one single time