May 2012
I see Lizzie everywhere –
in the neighbor’s yard,
on my front porch,
even in my bedroom, sitting there
waiting for her food.
I go to the front door ten times a day
And peer out, expecting to see her there.
I listen for her meow outside,
Worried she will feel abandoned if I don’t go quick
But Lizzie was never mine.
She was a wild pretty little thing
Who seemed to belong to no one.
She came and went as she pleased
And sometimes lay on my bed as if to comfort me.
So long Lizzie.
See ya.
in the neighbor’s yard,
on my front porch,
even in my bedroom, sitting there
waiting for her food.
I go to the front door ten times a day
And peer out, expecting to see her there.
I listen for her meow outside,
Worried she will feel abandoned if I don’t go quick
But Lizzie was never mine.
She was a wild pretty little thing
Who seemed to belong to no one.
She came and went as she pleased
And sometimes lay on my bed as if to comfort me.
So long Lizzie.
See ya.
After six months and two weeks, Lizzy showed up at my door the night of the 2012 election! Tiny and thin, but clean, I wish she'd had a camera on her so I'd know what adventures she had. But she spent the winter with me and now, come spring, she's out and about for most of the day and night. Will she stay with me when I move out of my house in three weeks? Or will she be off again, like a female highwayman, on some new adventure?
