Katy Makes An EntrancePosted: March 25, 2012 Filed under: poetry Leave a comment
Katy Makes An Entrance
Finally home after a three-day prowl.
Laddawan watched her jump to the top
of the wall along the back of the house
then fly up four feet like a furry bird
onto the roof to tread to the bedroom window.
Images of fangs sinking
into her haunch, blood on the road,
a little girl’s touch calling her away
all disappeared as she walked into our life again
from the Otherwhere – now returned to here,
tongue lapping the water bowl, smelling bits
of dried food, meowing non-stop as she curls
up near my feet. “Where you been, Babe?”
“It’s none of your business, Bud. You wouldn’t
understand anyway,” she said, licking the half-inch,
dried puncture wound on the inside of her right leg
where the skin is pink and hairless.