Poem of the week Homecoming

HIS progress charted by a tail tip

Among summer flowers, the cat

Treads his ground purposefully

On soundless paws.

In the solitary yard filled

With drifting scents

He breaks into a run,

Scales the wooden gate

And he is by my side.

Familiarly we greet

And the tensions of the day are gone

Because the cat has heard me come

And he is pleased.

Jacqueline Deeks