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 In Memory of Tara, the Cat CAT POEM What a particular miracle is a cat, Wrapped in parti colour, Softer than milkweed down and warm, Resonant with purring hallelujahs. What a moving miracle is a cat, Claw-pawed or kneading softly, Kitten shadow wrestling or ice-eyed hunter, Walking the fence between the wood and the tended corn. What a sleeping miracle is a cat, Belly up, paws half staff, Eyes serenely closed Breathing careless breaths - but step near and in a flickering, Alert in readiness to fight, to flee. What a loving miracle is a cat, Leaning towards affection, As to a source of sustenance, Dearer than milk, As if lacking it were death And drawing out in response A human love forgetting gulf of species Head to head the minds respond Each to its nature and together.
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