“Tell me, what else should I have done?” Mary Oliver

I call her NannyCat these days, DotDot, I mean
or DotDotDot in full, an ellipses, an invitation to paws.
for a moment.

You would love her, I know it.

I am playing at being a poet, 
Turning the wild unjudgment of nature into commodifiable verse
To weave my existence into this tapestry like I belong
or try to.
NannyCat nee DotDot hollers from the doorway, 
an insistent, meepy roar
again, again, to me, her misplaced charge
to get the hell in the house and take a nap.

She speaks her admonishment in full sentences as I gather
    My beverages:
                A caffeine, a sweet, a water, mostly-ice &
    My wits:
                -List pending-
and follow her into the house

I am meowed to bed 
Belly biscuited to tuck me tight.
Makes sure I am settled 
Then goes to guard the front window

There, the sun dapples just right
Across brindled fur amid her yellow, fluffy blanket

I made that. Just for her.
I am more than just this desperate need for nurturing.
I have always known how to love you.