Saturday, September 19, 2015

Poem #280

My sweet black girl
stands in the doorway
wanting, dreading, turning away
She eats from the
just-in-case bowl
on the terrace
then joins me on the swing
presses up against me
rumbles at my caresses
We're still friends
still close
but the silver kitten inside
is more than she can handle

Jill Kelly
September 2015

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