Three weeks ago my red CAT left
Through the glass door I slid open and closed
Into the dark of the early morning,
And where he went time has not disclosed.
CAT didn't like the new living place
A mile from the old in this small rural town,
And found the route to go between
And began to roam, on forays, around.
I sit on the couch and mourn his absence.
He would curl beside me as I read
And I touched and smoothed his fur sometimes.
Then he would go out when I went to bed.
From a dark lap robe I keep on the couch
I now pick in mindless rote
CAT’s glimmering brindled dark red hairs
Which I save attached to a post-it note.
Copyright © 2002 Sandra Landfried
Written 23 February 2002
