Cat Walk for Zephyr

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We go out into the morning,

you in your bright yellow harness

me in my sweats and fleece jacket

A shiver of chill, bird song

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You pause on the top step

nervous, vibrating, testing the air

I check the time, you descend

to chew on new grass

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Two backyards down, a portly woodchuck

destroys someone’s spring flowers

You glide to the shed, smell its edges

then sniff the trash cans

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The bully cat leaves his scent marks

everywhere, I’ve seen it happen

You smell him, our mutual enemy

the one we both hate and fear

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 Wary, we circumambulate the house,

You growl when I tug you toward the door

once inside, you eat a snack on the counter

Then we nap, dreaming of freedom

Cat Bath

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When the cat bathes itself

at the bed’s foot,

soft thumps

against the curve of my leg

take me home

to my child self.

Then I always had

an animal curled up fur tight

sharing my dreaming bed

nosing purr close

kneading an arm

sheathed claws

tiny pain pricks

supple companion

chose the king’s spot

the royal feline middle

and I, careful not to disturb

adjusted my legs around

its warm weight