Bright blue bitter January sky
New York City Eskimos running their Sunday errands
Then he arrived with his seen better days car
Man with the mission
His cats were waiting
They scurried from nowhere to Bluebelt park
Out of his bags came food for his cats
Watching and quietly seeing love and respect at a strange time in our cities
Love protected those homeless cats as my poetry protects me

C@rainbowchaser2019