Ciao for Now
Our neighbor’s cat arrives with the sun,
brown and black tiger striped,
eyes green as the kale
she pads through so respectfully,
not wanting to alarm the slugs
the pristine order of the grapes
just beginning to flower
on this last April day.
She climbs up
onto the weathered windowsill
of the cottage,
peaks in, studies me
tapping out this farewell poem,
finding the keyboard lullaby
calming enough to stretch out,
close her eyes and slumber
so deeply that a even a raucous of crows
squawking at her from the bed of
might as well give up.
I will miss mornings like this.
Thanks for hanging out with me and my poems this month. On the last day of National Poetry Writing Month our 30th prompt was to write a farewell poem. Soon, I’ll be finding treasures to write about in the Alaskan Interior, like monster mosquitoes which, my daughter has informed me, have already arrived. Stay tuned