Stray cats dreaming of leftover nibbles
gather when I feed the cats I call my pets.
Wistfully they look at the chewing jaws
that would pick clean the fish from rice
and maybe leave at most a half morsel.
The tomcat I wrote about some while ago
has not since been seen
breathing only as a lingering ache uncomfortably undefined.
But I know from the crop of the present visitors
some I would sniff in the next mango laden summer
with opaque diamonds in my eyes.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
Stray cats dreaming of leftover nibbles
gather when I feed the cats I call my pets.
Wistfully they look at the chewing jaws
that would pick clean the fish from rice
and maybe leave at most a half morsel.
The tomcat I wrote about some while ago
has not since been seen
breathing only as a lingering ache uncomfortably undefined.
But I know from the crop of the present visitors
some I would sniff in the next mango laden summer
with opaque diamonds in my eyes.
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