ONE LAST TIME

he walks out bleary­
eyed just to see me
not matter how tired
no matter the circ­-
umstances, he has
to see me, see the
person he most
adores

sitting now, licking
one paw the sun
shines his coat
yellow/black his
eye-lids wink at
the tone of my voice

he has to see me as
though it's one last
time, has to be sure
i still exist, has to be
sure
one last time. . .

THE SHOCK

the rain peaceful
before the thunderstorm

my fears such I clutch
the cat for protection

lightening lights the
house with dashes

rain pours like hammer
bangs and thunder rolls

hungrily beneath the
house with more force

than an atom bomb
i lie withered and

worn between two
lazy-boys my head

protected should lightening
strike before me

the cat meowing
to use the on-suite

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