P.J. Monroe's Published Writing

Monday, June 10, 2013

Cat Poem

Sitting at our window and

watching the entrance to a restaurant,

her head rests on my shoulder;

Looking at the rising tide of people,

turning over and over;

I think about the others before her,

all special,

some with even stranger names;

But I thought of this poem while I was watching her


Soon the image of words died

as I became entranced with petting her fur and

as she found the unimagined spot in my heart

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