Offering
Renee Carter Hall

Outside apartment 202,
the little pile of dry cat food
by the threshold--soft Xs,
hard squares--all gone;
only a few crumbs
remain on the paper towel.

I think of old superstition,
saucers of milk left out for fairies,
mysteriously gone in the morning.
Cat who comes in the night, unseen,
what wishes would you grant?

© 2002 Renee Carter Hall

Cat's Eye
Anne Fraser    
 
Small spider crossing
wooden floors,
run quickly.
There is no ransom
for your life,
no charity.
 
Orange sentinel,
quiet as night,
twitch of eye and tail,
between moments 
she extends;
your breath 
becomes hers.


© 2003 Anne Fraser

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