Light brownish-yellow

Wall flames bargello
haunt the cave rock floors below
thick dust morello.


A Midnight sized hole

Here a lap with less warmth
because of a feline-sized hole
or carried on a cool armth
full aware of filling cat toll.

There a box suddenly unfilled
with her black fur and white star
and her brush when coat was pilled
and the door she’d nose ajar.

All these signs of our quiet cat
who (picked us) shared her long life
with us on an Ann Street that
has an empty stoop; less rife.