In the darkness of the morn
ankle deep in
mud of late winter
early spring
Sadie
Queen of the Pasture
supreme
nuzzles me
restless and predatory
wandering
the vastness of my living room
multicolored and sleek
Tess
the jungle cat
takes a moment
and with questioning eyes
rubs against me
and raises her mostly silent voice
to say hello
"squeak"
ah
there from my computer screen
fresh from facebook
so many miles away
perched on the other side of America
in her high chair
full of herself
full of life
full of cheerios
Mara beams
God is courting me
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