Black Cats

Black Cats, Salem, Massachusetts
© 2001 by Ellin Anderson

 
  THE STRAY CAT

Ellin Anderson


Iíll never know why youíre the way you are,
And I can never make you understand
Why I should fear the door thatís left ajar;
Yet we both run from an extended hand,

And train our ears to search for enemies.
Generous power, that dictates from above
Whether weíre left to slowly starve and freeze,
Whether weíll burn as kindling, or with love,

Give us this day. My kitten, I can smile
Into your gentle saucer eyes, and see
My face in opal fire, and know that while
You think Iím holding you, you're holding me

In a catís cradle, threads of love that twine
Between your little wound-up heart and mine.
   

© 2001 by Ellin Anderson. All rights reserved. No part of  this work may be copied or used in any way without written  permission from the author.

 

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