Of Cats and Time
your shadow not you
half glimpsed movements refracted
sideways through corners
of the eye that seem to be
always pregnant with the past
When I moved into my current residence, I found that my neighbor’s four cats considered the deck outside my kitchen to be an extension of their yard. She had taken all of them in as strays, years ago.
The last of them died this weekend.
Their presence remains.
My final drawings of Tabby from last week.