PrintPoem – Feral (By Allison Grayhurst)
Feral
I bend in mourning
bending to the loss of someone
so familiar –
your nurture-needing eyes
and a temperament of molten lava
whose tone was innocent and unrefined.
I see you now in the doorway,
flat and tensing but never moving,
then at ease with me as a soft sigh
overcomes you.
Born in a tight spot –
resigned to a tight spot – isolated
from all but me.
So strange, hard and pure,
unlike any feline I’ve ever known.
I will miss you, loving you
as one who didn’t belong.
[su_allison_grayhurst]