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by Linda Calhoun

Kitty

by Francis Smith

This is my kitty. Or does she have me? My morning walk takes me
I mow the grass and she waits, same place, along a country road
until I am done. where the early workers
Then the fun begins. haste without delay.
I tell her to stay; I’ll be right back. I can see the sunrise
A snack from the fridge I grab leaving the horizon
And call her name as gently as can be, just above the morning mists
“Here Kitty Kitty: this is for you.” where hedgerows jut their heads.
The bowl I gave her is a purty blue,
White in some spots just like, him? I can see the cattle
Or is it a her? (black Angus in this case)
pacing, lowing, waiting
She doesn’t talk or move at all, until she sees in their breakfast place.
the bowl I have in my hand.
I feel she is and not a he; I can see the mountains
So, she is she from this day on. languid lumps of blue
I place the bowl filled with cold, cold milk, first to see the sunrays
And a piece of sausage I lay beside. glistering their view.
I step back about seven feet and wait. I can see the little glen
She walks closer to the bowl. where Toms Creek flows along.
Not convinced it is something to eat, I thank God for this place;
she sniffs the milk and the meat. He knows where I belong.
I tell her softly it’s just for her and in my heart I hear her purr.
Her tongue comes out and slowly touches the milk,
And her eyes widen just like a grin.
I have not seen a tongue that moved as fast as Kitty’s did that day.
I smile and my heart is warm,
for that’s the first step to becoming friends.
As she drinks, I talk and her tail swings in motion.
Left circle right, then right circle left.
She wants to be loved and held so tight;
but someone has made her afraid at night.
Her eyes say she loves me for I can plainly see , she is a gift from God,
just for me.
I will be patient and be myself, for she is she and I am me ~