A poem by Beverly Stock.
Rain through which I cannot see,
Hinders me from gaining speed,
So miles to home slowly recede,
My ache for home, profound indeed.
My cat awaits, it’s been days,
I’ve missed it in so many ways,
Its vocalizing and its purr,
(Not sure if it’s a him or her.)
Finally, I’m home again,
Cuddled with my furry friend,
I pat the tummy - it seems bigger
Cat’s grown again. Wow, go figure!
My cat was fat, its name is Pat.
A youngster when Pat came to me,
Pat gives a push! Well, I‘ll be!
Pat just had six kittens, he’s a she!