3.14.2016

Constant Companion

The cat jumps up into my lap
and settles in. Good morning,
all is cozy here in the kitchen
under pattering rain. She purrs
like a mourning dove, grips
my thigh with gentle claws,
cocks her head back to gaze
at me through half-closed eyes.

It’s as if we two were all
either of us needed now, always.
I rise for more coffee, my cat
at my bosom, rock her like a baby.