August 5, 2016 10:36 am
The cat ascends the stairs more quickly than I
But we go down them together,
She two steps ahead, looking back in mid-staircase
To see if I am there.
I wonder if she thinks I will disappear if she doesn’t check.
Usually we go to the kitchen so I can feed her
And, that done, we climb the stairs again.
Later, she asks with an outstretched paw if she might
Sit in the window and watch birds in the trees and
Traffic on the street.
She hates being picked up, but when I raise the blinds and sash,
She purrs when I lift her to the sill.
She sits there a moment, looking around
And then I take her from her perch
And deposit her on the floor.
Still later, she invites me to take a nap with her
By going to the bedroom door and looking back.
When I lie down, she stretches herself out
At a forty-five degree angle to my body
And we sleep like that,
Two aging creatures who are
Not what we used to be
And not what we will become.
Dan Verner
August 2, 2016
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Adore this poem, and the picture, too. Makes me want to pet Nacho. This is why we love our pets. They become old friends. We know the meaning of their every gesture, and they know ours. Such a sweet and tender poem. Thanks, Dan.
By Colleen LaMay on August 5, 2016 at 10:41 am
Thanks, Colleen. That means a lot to me.
By huckfinn47 on August 5, 2016 at 4:35 pm
I love this. Especially the last three lines. I think we develop an understanding with our pets over the years, and sometimes a relationship that goes beyond just pet and owner.
By skyeblue1248 on August 6, 2016 at 12:09 am
Thanks so much!
By huckfinn47 on August 6, 2016 at 11:15 am
So true. Thank you.
By huckfinn47 on August 8, 2016 at 6:56 am
Dan, this is beautiful. Charlotte
By Charlotte on August 7, 2016 at 10:06 pm
Thank you, Charlotte. How are you?
By huckfinn47 on August 8, 2016 at 6:55 am