When I Could Not See My Cat
When I could not see my cat he secretly saw me -
While wanting to stay outside in the nighttime yard -
His hiding in the darkened woods has always been the way -
To letting himself stay out and play.
Who knew finding such a little cat could make evening life so hard?
I searched to save him from a fight -
With that red-eyed fox that stalked the night.
I stepped onto each stepping stone -
Not a meow but crispy leaves.
To find my furry cat - all I needed was a light.
Finally out of nowhere -
My cat had quickly run -
Past each spying star.
poem by Amy Marie
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