The Wondering Cat

the wondering cat

“Why?!” screamed the alley cat
to the warm light of
the distant window


the last walk

the old dog wasn’t sure what was wrong
but he knew it was to come to an end
he made one last walk through the house
and stopped at everyone
for a rub
he’d wished the old man was home
he loved him most
but he wasn’t
the old dog
scratched at the screen door
one last time
Sarah lovingly opened it
“there you go, Murf”
he relished her voice
and all her touches
he found the spot
under the pine
where the grass bowls
where he can see the old man’s car approach
he perched his head on top of his paws
and looked toward the road
and thought about the old man
and drifted away