Poem by Rivers Mann McKenzie

"The cat is a lonely hunter"

 Walking: and not to your house,

I smelled what smelled like somebody's dinner

And was hungry.

 

Passing: this time, right by your house,

My feet went out for an instant

And corrected me.

 

I had somewhere to go and

Going: I slipped on something (I couldn't see)

And had to turn back

 

Knocking your door looking for help screaming my lungs finally your cat answered invited me in we sat down, on my lap, drank water, spoke at some length, and talked mostly about you.