Table in the sun
still holding its vacancy—
the cat is not there.
Rose of Sharon flowering
through light of summer’s return.
Lillian at dVerse proposed we take a photo through one of our windows and respond in poetry. The words I’ve read have been really evocative, and of course, there’s the chance to look into another’s intimate space.
This was taken from my kitchen. For most of the time I’ve lived here, I would look out and see my neighbor’s cats, who spent many of their days lounging in what passes for my back yard, often on this table. We got to know each other well, and I still look for them, even though all of them are gone now.
Her current cats prefer to stay indoors.