Three Cats
here kitty kitty!
one runs
one walks
one meows wistfully
remembering
glory days
of catching that squirrel
of birds
of mice
of voles
warm concrete bed
sun shining hot
one leaps out into the chill
one turns his nose up
insulted that the temperature
isn’t just so
the old one
traveling by biped
arrives at the precipice
the great doorway
to wilderness & adventure
he sniffs
he weighs
he ambles back
to comfort
of the couch
