A poem by Beverly Stock.
I try to feed your spirits so
You stay with me at night
Yet, quietly you slip away
My doubts soar out of sight.
You hardly ever make a sound
At no point do you complain
I contemplate, you are gone
My heart expires in vain.
Before the first blush of morning,
Crack of dawn yet to come
How to reason, not to fear
What liaisons have begun?
A young lover or manly scrap
A strange eclipse of heart
We’re in this life together
Please tell me how to start.
To keep you wanting shelter
To stay here in my heart
How to reveal the loneliness
I feel when we’re apart.
Home cooked meals, my true love,
A nest in your favorite place
How comforting to rest together
Between us, so little space.
Light dawns, my heart beats,
Hearing you enter once more
Note to self: Tonight, be sure to
Turn the latch on the pet entry door.
Beverly has two indoor kitties, Jack and Phoebe, no pet doors required. (If you “Like” their photo on Instagram, she’s promised them extra treats!)