April 24, 2012

Scat

Mom said scat
to the cat hunched at the screen
door, seeking scraps or warmth.

Maybe she said scram.

These musings on my morning walk,
side-stepping, trying to guess
what sort of creature had left
its droppings on the footpath
—seedy, wilder than a dog’s—
marveling at how words
merge memories, my childhood
still longing to let
the cat in.

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