Felis Domesticus

I've gotten used
to onesidedness,
reveling in
her artful silence that
I've become used to.

Am I wrong
to think of her as
someone familiar,
warm thoughts delivered 
despite expectations?

But maybe
that is my purpose:
To silently lay
dead rodents
at her doorstep in tribute.


 Jon Bohrn (2003)


Fremont Eyes
Copyright 2001 by Diane Wilson. All rights reserved

 

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