Thursday, August 17, 2006


Hafiz

I thought that he was some one elses cat.
He liked our weedy, rank, neglected yard.
He basked in sunny patches watching birds.
When it rained curled against the house
I loved the way he ran and then looked back
When ever I came near to make a friend:
Eyes Blazing, he marched away with tail erect.
When I left food he disapeared. Rain filled
The empty bowl and grass filled his sunny nest.

I asked my Neighbor about the old grey cat.
He said, "No, my Fathers freind is gone,"
He used to sit in my dad's lap each day
He came here after dogs had ravaged him."
Now when I catch the old man's eye, we both know


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