Mischa the Cat

The picture you would make,
Stretched out on garden bench,
Regal, like some King
Surveying his realm
This lovely day of spring --
You black with eyes of green,
Stockings white,
Daffodils bright yellow, cream.
You had to  be our cat,
It does seem,
God-caused, no mistaking that.
Wandering into our yard one day,
Starving, surviving all alone.
Now with people who love you,
You can just eat and sleep and play.

And bring us such joy.


(From "Precious - Collected Poems" - 2009)