My Little China

Soft is the patter across the kitchen floor.

Mellow brrrr brrr’s come loudly from the back door.

I sneak soft to the back of the room for him to greet.

And then like black lightning he is attacking my feet.

I reach down to playfully stroke his back.

He rolls over and with soft paws gives me a whack.

Then it’s off to the races for both he and I.

Off to the back, and in full run to the porch outside.

Sideways shuffles with back arched high.

Oh how he makes me laugh till I almost cry.

Yet now…now I silently weep.

I miss my cat so very bad; I almost think the magical trip can keep.

Now is this not the saddest tale that you have ever heard?

I mean I just don’t understand why I am with this cat so emotionally disturbed.

Rationalize all I may; self reassurance has made its escape.

I know most will not see it this way, but I am even like this with people who treat me with disdain. (I Love)

For there is something about life that is so precious to me.

There is something about love that is given unconditionally.

So think me a loon, that’s fine by me.

Just take care of all God’s creatures…even MY little kitty.

J. Allen Wilson © 5/2008