waiting for the cat
a door closed with me inside it signals harbor
until I remember the cat remains out
not punishment call it the cat’s free will
nocturnal though I try to retrain her night
is a time for sleeping over and over
I make my point out there she does her roaming
tonight I join her thinking she might be caught
by her collar in a brush pile the collar
I make her wear the brush pile I left after
cutting down the bushes where small birds nested
beneath my window she strays farther her hunt
diurnal blending into night I lie awake
wonderful, carol. I am in love with the fourth stanza.
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