Today I have been thinking about…my cat
My cat; black and shiny as lacquered wood
evenings, he’s in the lane yowling
every night, fighting too.
each injury a cool £60 at the vet,
early mornings, he wakes us from slumber,
eager for breakfast at half past five.
eating without competition after leaving the cat home
eked him out by a whole kilogram in a year:
entered our lives beautiful but shy, wouldn’t, couldn’t meet our
eyes, head down but purring, a vast purr, sitting just out of reach, his
eyes flashing, wanting, not wanting a stroke
easier now, he speaks to us in mrrps and ahoohs,
even sits on my knee some precious times,
entertainment bought by just a piece of string dragged slowly;
oh, how I love him, completing my house to a home,
wouldn’t be without him now. 
