I have a cat
I have a cat who comes to me
but not into my arms
she comes instead for blessings
and to bring me magic charms
by way of spoken greetings
and of softly-called farewells
by means of gentle emphasis
her love for me compels
requitement immaterial
plus all her wonted wares
the milk and meat and kibble
the warm and cushioned chairs
the window seats and hammocks
plus all I can conceive
the toys that deck the carpet
and the doors that help her leave
to go beyond my knowledge
into worlds she cannot share
I have a cat that comes to me
who lives her days elsewhere
yet dreams upon the sheepskin rug
below my restless head
and often will call down for me
if I am late for bed
I have a cat who comes to me
whose courage is so strong
yet sometimes longs for company
when everything goes wrong
I have a cat who comes to me
it doesn’t matter
when
or where
how frequently
or even for how long
I have a cat who comes to me
and there I end my song
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