One day I found
a little black cat
it sat on the bench
on my porch
with a quiet peace
as if at last
it had found its home
on the second day
when I left for work
and opened the door
I found the cat
sitting on my bench
as if life were
nothing more
than a cool breeze
and there were
no worries today
on the third day
I awoke at dawn
clad in my nightgown
and opened the door
the bench was there
the porch, the house
I was there
but that little black wasn't
I frowned and peered
to the left and right
but the earth was
completely still
as if it were
holding its breath
I counted to ten
then ran back inside
and grabbed my slippers
by the door
racing down the sidewalk
my eyes searched
venemously
for that darn form of life
standing in front
of a fresh green lawn
I stopped- then turned
and walked back
to my home
I didn't see
the cat on my
neighbor's porch
sitting on the bench
sleeping with a quiet peace
as if at last
it had found its home
