I watched her carefully stepping
   across the top of the back fence
     avoiding the yard between
       my no-feline yard
        my yard where Chaos once patrolled
        my unsafe yard where Tallulah felt unwelcome

       Softly, silently, she steps with velvet soft paws    
      crossing all the way
     then leaps
    out
    of
    sight
     into the
      Watson's yard
         Watson's safe yard
              Watson's yard of welcome  

                          I wish she would stay
                                            long enough
                                                    to enjoy
                                                   the sun
                                               and finally
                                          be brave

                            Here, kitty
                        Here, Tallulah
                           Chaos has
                                   been dead
                                             for
                                                       two
                                                                ­   years
                                                        ­                         now --
                                                              ­     Give me another chance