Coming home,
I take out my key,
Put it in the lock
Of the front door
And go in.
Before I take two steps
I hear the thump from upstairs
That means that Nacho the Cat
Has awakened from her six-hour nap
And is coming downstairs
To see me.
More properly, she is coming
Not so much to be with me
As to be fed by me.
I take her food out of the refrigerator
And put it in her bowl.
She devours it as if
The nasty-smelling stuff
Is good.
She’s a cat, after, and my good companion,
And she is old, and I wonder
How many more days
I will hear her
Jump down from the bed
Upstairs.
Dan Verner
April 6, 2017
Biscuit City 